Black Mountain Blues by Dave Van Ronk lyrics - DamnLyrics

Black Mountain Blues Lyrics

Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Baby's grubbing whiskey
Oh, she's practicingOld black mountain
Mean as they can be
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
They use gunpowder
Just to sweeten the teaHad a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
But she met a sweet black man
And then she threw me downWell, old black mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Old black mountain

Can't keep man in jail
Sure we call him guilty
Judge will cry and bailCome back to black mountain
Me, my razor and my gun
Come back to black mountain
Me and my razor, my gun
Gonna cut her if she stands there
And shoot her if she runs

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Dave Van Ronk (June 30, 1936 – February 10, 2002) was a folk singer born in Brooklyn, New York, who settled in Greenwich Village, New York City, and was nicknamed the "Mayor of MacDougal Street." He was best known as a pioneer of the acoustic blues revival, but his work ranged from old English ballads to Bertolt Brecht, rock, New Orleans jazz, and swing. He was a pioneer of instrumental ragtime guitar, as well as an early supporter of Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell, among many others. Van Ronk was very influential on the music scene in New York City in the 1960s.

Read more about Dave Van Ronk on Last.fm.

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