I cannot recommend the cherries
Hanging low from this old tree
They glow on moonless nights and taste
A bit like paraffin
It’s been a decade since it happened
And we’re told we can return
But may be best to boil the water
Ignore the afterburn

I have an extra hand to hold you with
I have an even tan to show off with
I just like [?]
A hearts of precious stone
Maybe a slow burner
But there’s steel in them dry bones
Mountain men learn to be patient
In a world that keeps mutating
My oh my just look at how we’ve grown

And the Geiger counter’s ticking
Mountain man is coming close
Been two year’s, the baby’s kicking
A hundred little toes
Mountain man may be a virgin
Aren’t we all?