The stander on the mountain
Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some
About the old days
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs
Let us sit and talk of old times
That′s what we′re supposed to do
And you don′t look a day over thirty-two
Yes we were so funny and wild
There′s an old friend of mine
Says I′m looking back most all the time
And the stander on the mountain
Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely beat
The town he once owned
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found from the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs
King of the hill runs away
Oh she′s knocking on your door tonight
Oh she wants to see if she remembers right
Say won′t you come outside tonight
Alright
They drive to the lookout on the hill
And when it was over
They sat and looked back
Tomorrow was way in the distance
Tomorrow was a long time away
Nobody thought much about it
And there′s nothing wrong if we live for today
I recall when you filled it on up
And you bowed to the crowd
The girls in the short skirts screaming loud
The stander on the mountain
Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some
About the old days
Big man around town
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs
