I crave this type of weather
I would never trade these pines 'Cause these woods is where I'll want to die
I'm a man of the mountain I'm a man all by myself
I told him he could shoot me But for him I would not scream
I crave this type of weather
I would never trade these pines 'Cause these woods is where I'll want to die
I'm a man of the mountain I'm a man all by myself
I told him he could shoot me But for him I would not scream