The Slopes Of Beech Mountain Lyrics & Chords By Norman Blake

The green leaves hang over rusty tin
And the porch roof is falling through
Blue morning glories bloom outside my room
And a field of white daisies, too.
I'll wear my old coat and my overalls
I'll wear my brogan shoes
My old felt hat and gold watch chain
And an honest face will do.
Where queen anne's lace and bright goldenrod
And the green grasses wave so true
Where the bramble rose, so snow white grows
And the skies are always blue.
I'll sing some old song that's forgot and gone
I'll play on the violin, too
And I might recite well into the night
Some story that's known to be true.
Then just let me stay up here were the air is clear
And the cool rippling waters run down
In this shady mountain clime till the end of my time
On the slopes of Beech Mountain I'll be found.
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