Well, it's cold on this mountain When Winter comes along The dew in the meadow Is sprinkled alone This road down to Nashville Like crystal and stone Its a place where a man Sells his soul for a song God knows I loved her Too much I can see Much more than she Could have ever love me If I was the last man In East Tennessee Well at times I feel I need the rain At time's I need the sun Pleasure is a thread of pain When it is undone My moments of insanity Are never like a chain I only know I am not free The nights when I am sane So do not be concerned my love If you see me cry For the laughter does not Choose to free The happiness inside Just as there may seem to be A smile thats out of place It only means there is a pain That hurts too much to face Its cold on this mountain When Winters coming on The dew in the meadow Is sprinkled alone This road down to Nashville Is like crystal and stone I'm just one man Sometimes I wish I was three I could take a forty-four pistol to me Put one in my brain just for her memory One more for my heart Then I would be free One more for my heart I would be free