Down in black mountain. A child will smack your face. Down in black mountain. A child will smack your face. Babies crying for liquor and all the birds sing bass.
Out in Black Mountain a child will smack your face.. I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face.. The babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass..
Stay way from me cause I'm in my sin. Stay way from me cause I'm in my sin. If this place gets raided, it's me and my gin. . Don't try me nobody, cause you will never win.