High on the mountain, I’m all alone, Sittin’ by the river, Water splashin’ on the stones; As mornin’ fills the valley Where before, the night was hung, I wake up from the wine But the pines block-out the sun
And the rain ain’t pleasin’, And the cold is on the ground, And strung-out on the byways All the highwaymen stand round; And above the crooked timber, All the whippoorwills fly blue, And they sing a song so lonesome, Can’t you hear it comin’ thru?
Or did you decide That you’ve gone deaf and blind And I’ve been on the job so long Who knows if I’ll survive, you just sigh, As I wonder why I keep on Tryin’ to get to you; it’s no use…
There at your window, Leanin’ on the ledge, Y’got ‘em tryin’ to beat the blade With a nine-pound sledge; Y’got ‘em workin’ on a building, Ev’ry carpenter in town; Well if I had it my way I would tear that building down
But it won’t get done All I could ever win’s been won; And I’ve been on the job so long Who knows if I’ll survive, you won’t cry, But will you try, if I die While tryin’ to get to you, to Bury Me in Georgia Next to you
After all that I’ve been had You’d think that I’d go mad, But my anticipation Outweighs my lack of patience; ‘Cause I’ve been on the job so long Who knows if I’ll survive, so Bury Me in Georgia Next to you