Brother Ray is calling from a phone booth
Out in the desert
Before he left he said I'm going to work a deal in heaven
That's what he said
You can see I was a bit worried

Next thing I get a phone call
He says There's holy water mist rising from over the orange groves
There's halos appearing over the lampposts
In the sky the stars are coming all undone
He says the Greyhound's leaving and he's gotta go and he hangs up

Just like that

Next morning I get a postcard
On the front a picture of Soda Mountain in the moonlight
Soda Mountain in the Moonlight
On the back he's written Yeah yeah yeah
What do you think?

He's going to work a deal in heaven

I want to climb up Soda Mountain
I want to live on Soda Mountain
One day you will see me
I will wave to you
I will wave to you
I'll build a life on Soda Mountain
I'll take a wife on Soda Mountain
She will love me
She will love me too

People are strange on Soda Mountain
The stories change on Soda Mountain
Shall I tell one to you
Concerning Mr Broady and his soot-black companions?
They shoveled on the coal
They set the whistle screaming
Falling down the mountain on Soda Mountain
Making up the time spent on Soda Mountain

When they found me in the wreck
My hand was on the throttle
I'd died inside the steam
Whilst stolen by a scheme
I died inside the rain on Soda Mountain

All you ladies take a warning
Be good unto your man lest he's lost unto that mountain
He will wave to you
He will wave to you from Soda Mountain