There's children in the water, down by the sea plane dock
Old man whittling a black bear out of a cedar block
Hippies carrying back packs, they got the wings to fly

Lookin' for a patch of blue in the iron Adirondack sky
Look around all you see is a stack of stone
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

Back there in the city, you're some kind of wheel
You come up to the country, try to make some shady deal
You can build your mansion on the sacred burial ground

Them spirits gonna rise up some night burn that baby down
We got ancient blood and we take care of our own
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

You must have made a wrong turn, you best be movin' on
Don't put your feet up boy, where they don't belong
You might get into trouble, we'll take it into town

The judge he won't be gentle when he brings his hammer down
You got a call but the storm just took out the phone
That old Blue Mountain that's my home

You can ride that wild river, hear the thrushes' song
But you got no business here to tell us right from wrong
I got a pile of old cars and busted oil tanks

A trail of trash a mile long down to the river bank
We only kill what we eat and we leave nothing but bone
That old Blue Mountain that's my home

I've seen you at the diner, I've seen you at the bar
You always talk too loud, you always push too far
You ought to learn some manners and show a little more respect

Some of these boys might get upset and take your ass out back
You got a million friends, how come you're here all alone?
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

It's mighty pretty country and it all belongs to God
You cut the trees and drain the swamp and fill it up with sod
Can't live without your fast food and you're picture-in cell phone
What the hell did you come here for? You should have just stayed home
We can live off of spit and a pitch pine cone
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

I know you think you're clever, been to school and read a book
How come you always look like a dead fish on a hook
You've been to college, but you're short on common sense

You're hung up like a scarecrow on a rusty barb-wire fence
On the other side of the twilight zone
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

That's my home, that's my home
That's my home, that's my home, hmm, hmm, hmm