Bob’s Old Man From The Mountain
Music by Merle Haggard
Lyrics by Carlos Machiste
The old man from the mountain’s coming home, home, home
He’s all covered up in bruises and a couple of broken bones
Sampling the all restaurants from Juneau to Nome
The old man from the mountain’s coming home
He was walking up the stairway to his favorite fish place
When he slipped off of a step and landed on his face
He claimed he was on a mountain top, when he fell that day
The old man from the mountain’s on his way
The old man from the mountain’s coming home, home, home
He thought he’d better warn me so he called me on the phone
Don’t write a song about this Carlos, leave me alone
The old man from the mountain’s coming home
***Spoken
Remember back in Seattle when Bob got a big bump on his head
He said he was drivin’ a speed boat and almost ended up dead
Well the truth is he was eatin’ at a burger joint when his hand gun fell on the floor
And he bumped his head on the table when he went to pick it up.
He’s been eatin’ like a dang fool for well over a week
From the buffet line on the ship, to the vendors on the streets
He’s gonna need lots of Calotrin and bandaids for his head
And the old man from the mountain’s means what he said
The old man from the mountain’s coming home, home, home
He Thought he’d better warn me so he called me on the phone
Don’t write a song about this Carlos, leave me alone
The old man from the mountain’s coming home
