Way back in the mountains on the high knob by the ridge My grandpa built our cabin where we lived for 40 years Spent my happy childhood beneath the hardwood trees I didn't know what I had then was all I'd ever need Mountain laurels blooming, it was early in the spring Lookin' out my window on a see of endless green Rich men from the city came to buy our land today Took 200 years to grow, but it's gone in 30 days Mud slides down the mountain, there's no way to stop the flood Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal But a greedy man will never get his fill (Musical Break) Mud slides down the mountain, there's no way to stop the flood Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal But a greedy man will never get his fill I can't go back and I know I never will I hope someday they know the way I feel