LYRIC

Up the road and way up high
In the sky the clouds are gray, hung low
And the fog has set to crying

The air's a thin chilled sweat
That keeps you awake and waiting
And standing on the street you can see the same
Black mountain rain

It was long ago she showed herself
In the spring her flowers grew
And the only thing that was missing
Was hidden from your view

'Cause in the spring there ain't no mystery in the sun
But now she's telling secrets of her fame
Black mountain rain

Show me your slick red serpent's tongue
And I'll share you with my sight
Give me your cheating's lover charm
And I'll probably fucking bite

She's got all my love wrapped up and stowed away
With a nonchalance unequaled
She's locked me out
Buried the key

I know this breeze that's blessing me this evening
Is just a memory of a face
Recalls the same
Black mountain rain

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