I've laid up here so long, I can't recall what for Was it the wine-stained bed or the creakin' floor? Either way I'm fed-up now and drunk and blue I'm comin' off this mountaintop for you I know this time of year you're prob'ly sick of rain Those southern storms blow in, sound like a haunted train But don't you fret no thunder that's rolling through I'm comin' off this mountaintop for you And to our broken past, we'll wave goodbye And look ahead with faith and a hopeful eye So set the table up, I'll bring the guitar down And I'll wear your favorite suit, you wear that flowing gown And for your arms I'll stagger and fall into I'm comin' off this mountaintop for you I'm comin' off this mountaintop for you