It’s winter on Lone Mountain and the snow is on the ground
She chops the wood just like he did when he was still around
It’s enough to heat the cabin but not to warm her heart
‘Cause the home fires that he promised never had a chance to start

They were married in the springtime when love and crops should grow
But they say the fields he planted weren’t the only seeds he sowed
She never could believe all of the rumors that they spread
Until she caught him with a stranger out behind that old woodshed

Chorus:
She claimed he ran and never once looked back
Some say she swung and dropped him in his tracks
He might be down in Asheville or out back beneath the pines
Either way you could say she had an axe to grind

Many years have passed and now her hair has turned to gray
Her hands are just as calloused as her heart became that day
She tells a bitter story about a man who left, but still
No one ever saw him comin’ down out of those hills

Repeat Chorus and Tag Last Two Lines

Repeat First Half of Verse 1
 

© 1999 by Dave Woodward and Brant Miller