High Sierra Range - Richard Nardin

Oh, you are a lucky one, I found you just like this

Halfway froze and broken, California on your lip

I am a mountain man, this mountain is my home

From just below the timber, where the wolf and puma roam

But you're three weeks late to the Truckee Pass

So with me you must remain

Cause no one tempts the frozen beast

On the High Sierra Range.

You're yet another plowboy, still wet behind the ear
With your dimebook dream of a diggin' strike, that's all but disappeared
And the hard tack and whiskey now, will get us through the snows
When El Capitan is thick with ice, likewise the Gold Half Dome
There's plenty of time to break your back
And work your worthless claim
When the bitter root breaks through the thaw
On the High Sierra Range.

And the ghosts along Midwestern plains
Know you will not be denied
Oh, but what have you left behind
You fools of '49

Hand me down my accordion, I'll play one true and slow
It's the only thing I still have left since leaving old St. Joe
I told my mother in parting, I'd make myself a name
A kiss for luck in starting, that we might meet again
And just like you I made my way
With the blessee and insane
Till my heart was stopped by the northern light
On the High Sierra Range.

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