I Comed Down from the Mountain

I didn't come'd down from the mountain

To worship no golden calf

I come'd down from the mountain

So folks could come on back

(I comed down from the mountain)

They starved us off of the mountain

When the coal mine shuttered closed

All the folks is leaving

Since their homes did got foreclosed

My cool sweet mountain voice

Was God's good gift to me

Now I'm cutting records

Down in Tennessee

Us mountain folks come down

Only now and then

We'll go home to the mountains

Any time we can

(I comed down from the mountain)

Oh my family mountain

With your cool sweet mountain dew

I cried, and cried, and cried the day

I walk on down from you

My voice was my only choice

For bringing back my kin

They love my sound in Nashville

But I ain't fittin in

(I comed down from the mountain)

Record folk keep telling me

I'll make it to the top

Back on top of the mountain

Is the only dream I got

I'll come home to my mountain

Where I once lived before

Back on home to my cabin

With the cool dirt mountain floor

No left turn at the valley

No right turn at the bend

There's one way to the mountain

And it's all uphill again

Climbing up is easy

When home is at the top

Climbing up is easy

When hope is all you got

(I'm going back home to the mountain)

You Can't Shed Kentucky

I moved from Kentucky

Where I was born and bred

Clear out to the west coast

For better roads ahead

I miss Kentucky bluegrass

But I miss fittin in

Time to shed Kentucky

And my old Kentucky skin

Chorus:

Time to shed Kentucky,

Time for fittin in

Time to shed Kentucky

Time to start again

I thought I'd meet some nice folk

And I've met quite a few,

But they don't play the banjo

Like us old Kentuckians do

I put away my banjo

Tied up my mountain songs

I tried to talk like they do out here

I tried to get a long

(Chorus)

All those rainy days

And all those rainy nights

I sure could use some bourbon

To warm me up inside

After three years on the west side

Couldn't stand another day

I went into the shed tonight

And I began to play

Oh Kentucky it's been so long

Sweet down pickin style

Good Kentucky mountain songs

Not heard in quite a while

Every song causin' me to cry

Sung old songs, (I) hadn't sung in years

Played till the Jim Beam bottle ran dry

But couldn't dry the tears

You can't shed Kentucky

You can't lock her away

I guess I'm feeling lucky

My Kentucky's here to stay