There was a lady on the mountain Eyes like pools of water in the sun Hair flowed down her shoulders like the river I could see her chest move up and down Started calling out, she was calling out to you Hear her calling out, she been calling out to you You gotta do right by your woman And she'll do right by you Walking with a mason jar of fireflies She can't find the light she needs within You can hear her echo off the mountainside Awful sinking feeling you can't swing She was calling out, she was calling out to you You hear her calling out, calling out to you You gotta do right by your woman And she'll do right by you She was calling out, she was calling out to you You hear her calling out, calling out to you You gotta do right by your woman And she'll do right by you (Calling out, calling out to you...)