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There is a black mountain in Kentucky. |
| There is a black mountain In Kentucky they tell me, Somewhere in the Blue Ridges maybe, If they rear their pretty heads there. In Kentucky they tell me, There is more than the stereotype, Mostly southern and country Of simple folk living. Somewhere in the Blue Ridges maybe, Living a quiet country life And wandering through the woods Are the mountain people. If they rear their pretty heads there, I have yet to meet them Because I am happy to stay Here in the wilds of Maine. With the Black Mountain I can see out my kitchen window, I am more than happy to dwell And be northern and comfortable. |