[1] I am the mountain [^b7] timeless and still
[4] Yay though I stand o'er these [1] valleys and hills
The [^b3] mist starts to rise as an-[^b7]-other day dawns
The [4] whippoorwill cries and the [1] river rolls on

The Cherokee people worked hard on this land
And fought for their nation no gun in their hand
Prayed for their crops and their families here
Lost and forsaken they all disappeared
Down a [^b7] trail of tears

[1] Hoo hoo [^b7] hoo [4] hoo [1] hoo

Wagons brought travelers in search of a dream
And the music they played it still rings through my trees
I've tasted the moonshine they spilled on the ground
Down some dark holler the sun never found

I watched the miners selling their souls
Just to tunnel inside me and dig for my coal
The sea then came in and the rocks they did slide
19 of my children were buried alive
And their families cried

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

I am the mountain timeless and still
Yay though I stand o'er these valleys and hills
The train whistle moans and the sawmill still whines
But there's a big 4-lane highway cut deep in my side
As the moon starts to rise over the mountain

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

I am the mountain timeless and still