They got tired of living
And an apple going black
Went up the mad river valley
They never looked back
Way up the mountain
Of a cam bell ridge
Up an old logging rope
Across an old mill bridge

They built a little house
Out of stone they found
Put they're backs to the plow
And the seeds in the ground
Water from the spring
Running plenty and good
From a hard wood forest
Chopping fire from the wood

Ooohhh
They're living the good life
Ooohhh
Living the good life

They got bread in the oven
Got books on the shelf
They're looking deep into each
Others eyes keeping to themselves
Pursuing ideals with
Grace and style
And they're making ends meet
With their huggle belly guile
Ooohhh
They're living the good life
Ooohhh
Living the good life

Way up the mountain
Of a cam bell ridge
Up an old logging rope
Across an old mill bridge
They built a little house
Out of stone they found
Put they're backs to the plow
And the seeds in the ground

The got the power of the sun
And the strength of the soil
Finding peace in their hearts
And faith in their toil

Ooohhh
They're living the good life
Ooohhh
Living the good life