Wild Men from the Mountains - Black Oak Arkansas

Wild and wooly, honest but crude

Their mouths were nasty from the baccy they chewed

They didn’t seem friendly, didn’t seem mean

Come to think of it they’s hardly ever seen

Except on the wild end of wonder

And mother nature’s fountain

They rode up on the thunder

These wild men from the mountains

These wild men from the mountains

They were old and they were young

They sometimes spoke in unknown tongues

They had long hair, unshaven faces

And whiskeyfied swear to set your soul a blazes

On the wild end of wonder

And mother nature’s fountain

They rode up on the thunder

These wild men from the mountains

These wild men from the mountains

Legend says that the law’ll have 'em killed

For makin' whiskey in their own stills

It’s also said when it gets real quiet

You can hear 'em ride all through the night

On the wild end of wonder

And mother nature’s fountain

They rode up on the thunder

These wild men from the mountains

These wild men from the mountains