"Paper Mountain Man" as written by and Linda Perhacs....
Well you live, in a tiny bungalow
With a Dutch wooden door, and a pot belly stove
You wear marlboro boots and buckskin jackets
Sewn by the love of your many ladies' hands

You've been called a hero,
You've been called to bed,
You've been to be-damned
But we'll shake your hand
You're like a paper mountain man

You live ten telephone poles and two trees up a dirt road
Outside the city line
You like delicate ladies with real fine skin
You'll touch 'em
But you'll never love, that's the way you've always been

You've been called a hero,
You've been called to bed,
You've been to be-damned
But we'll shake your hand
You're like a paper mountain man

Heard tell you're half a racoon and half horse trader
Taking time to key your life biased high
You're wearing curly hair, teasing round your ears
With a heavy booted walk tapping low funk blues

You've been called a hero,
You've been called to bed,
You've been to be-damned
But we'll shake your hand
You're like a paper mountain man


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"Paper Mountain Man" as written by Linda Perhacs

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