Paper Mountain Man Songtext
von Linda Perhacs

Well, you live in a tiny bungalow
With a Dutch wooden door and a pot belly stove
You wear Marlboro boots and buckskin jackets
Sewn by the love of your many ladies′ hands

You've been called a hero
You′ve been called to bed
You've been to be damned
But we'll shake your hand
You′re like a paper mountain man


You live ten telephone poles
And two trees up a dirt road
Outside the city line
You like delicate ladies with real fine skin
You′ll touch 'em but you′ll never love
That's the way you′ve always been

You've been called a hero
You′ve been called to bed
You've been to be damned
But we'll shake your hand
You′re like a paper mountain man

Heard tell you′re half a raccoon and half horse trader
Taking time to key your life biased high
You're wearing curly hair, teasing round your ears
With a heavy booted walk tapping low funk blues

You′ve been called a hero
You've been called to bed
You′ve been to be damned
But we'll shake your hand
You′re like a paper mountain man