Cold, Cold Mountain

Dawn at Cold Mountain, North Carolina

The bitch threw momma off the mountain.

She said it was an accident at the time.

Momma was an angry old monster —

‘Twas more “reap what you sow” than a crime.

As momma went tumbling down the hillside,

The bitch rubbed her hands with glee.

Now momma haunts the bitch like a devil,

And she don’t give a damn about me.