Out in Black Mountain a child will smack your face
  I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face
  The babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass
    Well, those people in Black Mountain are mean as they can be
  And those people in Black Mountain are mean as they can be
  Now they uses gun powder just to sweeten up their tea
    Well, out in Black Mountain you can't keep a good man in jail
  Yeah, out in Black Mountain you can't keep a good man in jail
  'Cause if the jury convicts him, the judge will pay his bail
    I had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town
  I had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in the town
  But then he met a city gal, that's when he throwed me down
    Lord, I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun
  I'm going back to Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun
  I'm gonna fire him if he stands still, I'll just cut him if he runs
    Lord, now you've heard my story, now you've heard my news
  Lord, now you've heard my story, now you've heard my news
  Now my man can clear off, I've got the Blackest Mountain blues