The Flatlander (Live)
He was old and his hands were worn
From forty years of mining stone
He stood like a rock as he wiped the sweat from his brow
He laughed at me as I stared at him
His weathered face and broken skin
He kicked dirt on my shoes and said "Son, you best fit in."
No you wouldn't wanna fight him it's best if you listen than talk
He'd tell you his stories of the forest and the quarries he walked
A mountain man with a toothless grin he was
But a Flatlander
A Flatlander
I'll always be
He shuffled 'round from town to town
Never really settled down
He took up with a gal who moved south with another man
He liked to boast and try to impress me
A twenty young something straight from the city
That he held the answers and the keys to the secret of life
No you wouldn't wanna fight him it's best if you listen than talk
He'd tell you his stories of the forest and the quarries he walked
A mountain man with a toothless grin he was
But a Flatlander
A Flatlander
I'll always be
Life it don't come easy
For a man from the Susquehanna river bend
Smoking and drinking
His only source of religion
Humming softly to the guitar as I play
Songs from the all American valley
For this Highlander
My grandfather he'll always be
From forty years of mining stone
He stood like a rock as he wiped the sweat from his brow
He laughed at me as I stared at him
His weathered face and broken skin
He kicked dirt on my shoes and said "Son, you best fit in."
No you wouldn't wanna fight him it's best if you listen than talk
He'd tell you his stories of the forest and the quarries he walked
A mountain man with a toothless grin he was
But a Flatlander
A Flatlander
I'll always be
He shuffled 'round from town to town
Never really settled down
He took up with a gal who moved south with another man
He liked to boast and try to impress me
A twenty young something straight from the city
That he held the answers and the keys to the secret of life
No you wouldn't wanna fight him it's best if you listen than talk
He'd tell you his stories of the forest and the quarries he walked
A mountain man with a toothless grin he was
But a Flatlander
A Flatlander
I'll always be
Life it don't come easy
For a man from the Susquehanna river bend
Smoking and drinking
His only source of religion
Humming softly to the guitar as I play
Songs from the all American valley
For this Highlander
My grandfather he'll always be
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Thurston
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