Well, this world has done me dirty and this world has done me wrong
I sit up on that mountain top and sing this lonesome song
Cause life goes on forever, every second people die
And still, they spend their glory days just fearing for their lives
They’re going home
They’re going home
They will die without a scratch upon their soul
And now the sun it sets in paradise up in the Catskill Mountains
And it’s times like this I wouldn’t trade for golden gates or fountains
Just hopе we get this fire startеd before the cold sets in
Cause there ain’t enough whiskey left to die in this much sin
I’m going home
I’m going home
I will die without a scratch upon my soul
In the garden, God told Adam that there’s an apple tree
And if you set your senses to it then damned your soul will be
But temptation blew strong that day from a southern wind
His came from a tree and said taste don’t count as sin
And I was Adam on that day I’d take more than a bite
Hell, you know I’d fill my pockets up and slip into the night
If I got caught red-handed I would gladly plea
Where I come from there’s apples and a snake in every tree
I’m going home
I’m going home
I will die without a scratch upon my soul
And now the sun it sets in paradise up in the Catskill Mountains
And it’s times like this I wouldn’t trade for golden gates or fountains
Just hope we get this fire started before the cold sets in
Cause there ain’t enough whiskey left to die in this much sin
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