The Mountain Lyrics

J.B. Lenoir, vocal & guitar; Sunnyland Slim, piano; unknown bass;
Alfred Wallace, drums. Chicago, late 1952

The Rocky Mountain,
That's where the eagle bird build her nest.

The Rocky Mountain, that's
Where the eagle bird build her nest;
Yes, you know, I hate to go and
Leave you fine girls here, poor littie J.B.
Needs some rest.

I can't sleep, the Rocky Mountain's
On my mind.
I can't sleep, the Rocky Mountain's
On my mind;
Yes, you know, I've got my suitcase packed,
Now, you and my friends can have
This town.

Operator, operator, what time
Do the train leave going west?
Operator, operator, what time
Do the train leave going west?
Yes, you know, I got to leave here,
Don't I never have no rest.