Baxter Mountian Range

On a misty mountain top over the tree line
In the winnd and the hail where the eagle flies
I climbed down alone thinking I could find my way
Back to the bottom of the Baxter Mountain Range

I called out to my father called to him in the wind
Believing we would meet at every turn of every bend
Down in the canyon I lost my way
On the rocky trail of the Baxter Mountian Range

I wandered through the wilderness, days and nights alone
They gave up on the lost boy when the trail went cold
Say it was a miracle the day I finally came
Alive out of the woods on the Baxter Mountain Range

They took me to a cabin, my Mama cried
When she heard they found her lost boy weak but still alive
Didn't mean no trouble, to cause any pain
On my way back home from the Baxter Mountain Range

Made news in California and the New York Times
Letter from the President glad boy you're alive
Tell me son what did you see so long so far away
Deep in the wild Baxter Mountain Range