Truth & Salvage Co. Pure Mountain Angel
The boy he was a drifter
A pure mountain angel
And the life he was living
Was harder than hell
And the song that he was singing
Made you feel like a stranger
Way back in the holler
The old folks are home
Singing hidee hay let the walls tumble in
Won't you take me back sallie
I'll sing it again
Singing hidee hay let the walls tumble in
Won't you take me back south
I'll sing it again
The boy he was a drifter
A farmer and a singer
He had stories to tell
But he kept them to himself
Cause he knew that nobody
Would understand the anger
He has for this living of concrete and wealth
Singing hidee hay let the walls tumble in
Won't you take me back sallie
I'll sing it again
Singing hidee hay let the walls tumble in
Won't you take me back south
I'll sing it again
He can hear the thunder start soft like a whisper
Then, shatter the mountainside
The sky was black as winter
Trees began to splinter
Wind scattered them far and wide
But he'll make it back home alive
He'll make it back home alive
He'll make it back home alive
He'll make it back home alive
Singing hidee hay let the walls tumble in
Won't you take me back sallie
I'll sing it again
Singing hidee hay let the walls tumble in
Won't you take me back south
I'll sing it again