I like it    I don't like it

It's been a little fever and maybe Bucky Beaver

Who made me pull the lever and leave once again

We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry

All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by

Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye

Meets the eye...

Moonlight on the cabin and you're too damn cold to sleep

Your head turns from my pillow so I can't see you weep

See you weep...Sarah sleep

Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains

Standing here ass high up in the rain longin' for Boston

Once again

Sarah's cold and hungry and the baby's due any day

Stuck up in high country and it don't thaw out 'til May

Here we'll stay...

Mountain fever's on me and tonight the truck broke down

Doctor in the valley but we can't get in to town

He don't come 'round

Sarah cried for Boston and her mother late last night

I reassured her everything was tight but I'm not sure that it's all

right...

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by

Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye

Meets the eye.