Black Mountain Rain - Swingin Utters

Up the road and way up high

In the sky the clouds are gray, hung low

And the fog has set to crying

The air’s a thin chilled sweat

That keeps you awake and waiting

And standing on the street you can see the same

Black mountain rain

It was long ago she showed herself

In the spring her flowers grew

And the only thing that was missing

Was hidden from your view

'Cause in the spring there ain’t no mystery in the sun

But now she’s telling secrets of her fame

Black mountain rain

Show me your slick red serpent’s tongue

And I’ll share you with my sight

Give me your cheating’s lover charm

And I’ll probably fucking bite

She’s got all my love wrapped up and stowed away

With a nonchalance unequaled

She’s locked me out

Buried the key

I know this breeze that’s blessing me this evening

Is just a memory of a face

Recalls the same

Black mountain rain