Letras
I oughta pack a few things up and leave this place behind
Go live off of the land like they did in olden times
I think that I could do it. I reckon I'd be fine
I can make a bow from hickory. I can tie my own flies
I'm good with traps and snares. I'm handy with a knife
And I don't mind the blood and dirt. They both wash out just fine
Where the wind may blow; that's where I wanna go
High in the mountains. Down by the riverside
What's a restless soul to do when freed
Of all the joy and pain that livin' did to me
That wild, untamed land is callin' me
I think about her often. It tears me up inside.
A bottle keeps me warm now that that woman left my side
I stare up at the stars while I lay awake at night
And I dream about her sweet love every time I close my eyes
Where the wind may blow; that's where I wanna go
High in the mountains. Down where the valley's wide
What's a restless soul to do when freed
Of all the joy and pain that woman gave to me
That wild, untamed land is callin' me
It's callin' me