Shadders on burnt mountain

Night a-comin’ on

Curtains bein’ pulled

Over the sleepy hills

Me a-settin’ out lonesome

Listenin’ t*o whippoorwills


Wondrin’ where my man is

He went away last morn

Workin’ in Lick Log Narrers

Runnin’ a moonshine still

Wish it wasn’t so risky

Over the lick log hill


Wish I’d see my man come

A trompin’ o’er the ridge

Wish my man man had money

And didn’t have to be

A-workin’ in lick log narrers

Allus away from me


Fetched him home by moonlight

Over the lick log hill

Down the trace by Mealers

My man so cold and dead

Revenuers raided lick log

Bullets went through his head


Wish it wasn’t so risky

Over the lick log hill