Well, I was born on Cheaha Mountain On a cold November day Out past the creek where the land’s so steep And the snakes and the bobcats stay Where the snakes and the bobcats stay.
Now my daddy made corn liquor And the town folk knew him well For the six-gun that he carried And the whiskey he would sell Oh, the whiskey he would sell.
(Chorus) And, Lord I love those rocky hills That’s the only life I know You can look straight down on the quiet town And the city lights below Lawd, the city lights below.
Now, when, I die you can lay me down On the land where I come from And won’t you say a prayer as you leave me there Beneath that setting sun Now, beneath that setting sun.
Well, I was born on Cheaha Mountain On a cold November day Out past the creek where the land’s so steep And the snakes and the bobcats stay Where the snakes and the bobcats stay.