White Pine Mountains

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic

song lyric about Nevada's White Pine Mountains silver rush

 

White Pine Mountains

 

They had whiskey for breakfast

In the White Pine mountains,

They prayed for silver

And their moonshine stills,

They dug like gophers

In those White Pine mountains,

Then they ran like rabbits

Down those White Pine hills.

 

They found silver in the mountains

In eighteen sixty-seven,

When half of Nevada tried to

Climb their way to heaven.

 

There was fever in the mountains

In eighteen sixty-eight,

They poured into Nevada

Like a hell-bound freight.

 

There were over forty murders

In the White Pine mountains,

A hundred saloons

So they drank their fill.

They dug like gophers

In those White Pine mountains,

Then they ran like rabbits

Down those White Pine hills.

 

They came flyin' down the mountains

Eighteen seventy-one,

They'd stripped away the silver

In a five-year run.

 

No more whiskey for breakfast

In the White Pine mountains,

No more prayers

For the moonshine stills,

They dug like gophers

In those White Pine mountains,

Then they ran like rabbits

Down those White Pine hills.

 

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com


Submitted: November 25, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Dennis L. Goodwin. All rights reserved.

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