BLUE MOUNTAIN by F.W. Keller

CHORUS (sung after each verse)
Blue Mountain you're azure deep
Blue Mountain with sides so steep
Blue Mountain with horsehead on your side
You have won my love to keep.

My home it was in Texas
My past you must not know.
I seek a refuge from the law,
Where the sage and pinion grow.

For the brand L.C. I ride
And the sleeper calves on the side,
I'll own the "Hip, Side and Shoulder" when I grow older
Zapitaro don't tan my hide.

I chum with Lati-go Gordon
I drink at the Blue Goose Saloon,
I dance at night with the Mormon girls
And ride home beneath the moon.

I trade at Mons's store
With bullet holes in the door,
His calico treasures my horse can measure
When I'm drunk and feeling sore.

"Yarn Gallus" with his long rope,
"Doc Few Clothes" without any soap,
In the little green valley have made their sally
And for "Slick's" there's still some hope.

In the summer time it's fine,
In the winter the wind doth wine,
But say, dear brother, if you want a mother
There's Ev on the old "Chuck line."