(Tom T. Hall)

Way out on the mountain near the sky
Hidin' from the cold realities of life
Shakin' that old road dust off my heels
I give my heart and mind the chance to heal.

Then I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
More than likely ride back to the places I have been
In fairness to my music and my friends
So I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again.

A racoon stole my minnoes in the night
I appreciate his need and his appetite
But like me he doesn't have to roam
Lord, it's true that man can't live on bread alone.

So I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
More than likely ride back to the places I have been
In fairness to my music and my friends
So I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again.

--- Instrumental ---

Oh, it feels so good to have a simple wish
Where life and death is me and some old fish
Poor king sits with a cold beer in his hand
And he surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sand.

So I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
More than likely ride back to the places I have been
In fairness to my music and my friends
So I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again...