Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina homenHad dreams about the west and started to roamnSix long months on a dust covered trailnThey say heaven's at the endnBut so far it's been hellnnAnd there's fire on the mountainnLightening in the airnGold in them hills and it's waiting for me therennWe were digging and shifting from five to fivenSelling ev'rything we found just to stay alivenGold flowed free like the whiskey in the barsnSinning was the big thin LordnAnd satan was the starnnAnd there's fire on the mountainnLightening in the airnGold in them hills and it's waiting for me therennDance hall girls were the evening treatnEmpty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the streetnMen were shot down for the sake of funnOr just to hear the noise of their 44 gunsnnAnd there's fire on the mountainnLightening in the airnGold in them hills and it's waiting for me therennNow my widow, she weeps by my gravenTears flow free for her man she couldn't savenShot down in cold blood by a gun that carried famenAll for a useless and no good worthless claimnnAnd there's fire on the mountainnLightening in the airnGold in them hills and it's waiting for me there