Cold on the mountain when winter comes on
Dew in the morning is sprinkled alone
The road down to Nashville’s like crystal and stone
Leavin’ Kentucky and I’m goin’ back home

God knows I loved him too much I can see
Much more than he could have ever loved me
If I was the last girl in East Tennessee

Lord I’m just one girl, I wish I were three
Take a 44 pistol to me
Put one in my brain for his memory
One more for my heart, and then I‘d be free

It’s cold on the mountain when winter comes on
The dew in the morning is sprinkled alone
The road down to Nashville’s like crystal and stone
Leavin’ Kentucky and I’m goin’ back home