Cold on the mountain
When Winter comes on
The dew in the morning
Sprinkled alone

Road down to Nashville
Like crystal and stone
Leavin' Kentucky
And I'm going back home

God knows I loved her
Too much I can see
Much more than she
Could have ever love me
If I was the last man
In East Tennessee

God I'm just one man
I wish I was three
Take a forty-four pistol to me
Put one in my brain for her memory
One more for my heart
And then I'd be free

It's cold on the mountain
When Winter comes on
The dew in the morning
Is sprinkled alone

Road down to Nashville's
Like crystal and stone
Leavin' Kentucky
And I'm going back home

Yes, I'm leavin' Kentucky
And I'm going back home