Paper Mountain Man

Well you live

In a tiny bungalow

With a Dutch

Wooden door

And a pot

Belly stove

You wear Malboro boots

And buck-skin jackets

Sewn by the love of your

Many ladies' hands

You've been called ahead

You've been called to bed

You've been called be-damned

But we'll shake your hand

You're like a paper mountain

Man

You live ten

Telephone poles

And two trees

Up a dirt road

Outside

The city line

You like delicate ladies

With real fine skin

You'll touch them

But you'll never love

That's the way you've always

Been

You've been called ahead

You've been called to bed

You've been called be-damned

But we'll shake your hand

You're like a paper mountain

Man

Mm, mm

Mm, mm

Heard you're half raccoon

And half horse trader

Taking time to key your life

Biased high

You're wearing

Curly hair

Teasing round your ears

With a heavy-booted walk

Tapping low-funk

Blues

You've been called ahead

You've been called to bed

You've been called be-damned

But we'll shake your hand

You're like a paper mountain

Man

You're like a paper mountain

Man

You're like a paper mountain

Man

You're like a paper mountain

Man