Mountain Stone

Mountain Stone

Northwest to the Powder River

In eighteen twenty-three,

A mountain man named Clyman

Hiked into history.

He had iron ore in his blood

And steel in his bones,

His arms were solid marble

And his soul was mountain stone.

When Indians attacked him

He got away somehow,

Swam his way to safety

Turned around and gave a bow.

He had iron ore in his blood

And steel in his bones,

His arms were solid marble

And his soul was mountain stone.

A grizzly jumped his captain

Looked like his time was gone,

Nearly bit his ear off

So Clyman sewed it on.

He had iron ore in his blood

And steel in his bones,

His arms were solid marble

And his soul was mountain stone.

He made it 'cross the Rockies

And trapped there for a while,

Turned around, laced up his boots

And walked six hundred miles.

He had iron ore in his blood

And steel in his bones,

His arms were solid marble

 And his soul was mountain stone.

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.  This lyric has already been recorded and released, but I have a lot that haven't. dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com