HARRY TRUMAN'S MOUNTAIN 

©1979 – music and words by John R. Black, ℗ 42nd Street Music Seattle

 

It was early in the mornin’  

When I called Harry Truman 

To ask him ‘bout the mountain 

And if he should stay 

He saw the smoke a risin’ 

Way up on the mountain 

He said we should not be afraid 

Harry said God made Mt. Saint Helens 

I hope he doesn’t plan to take me away 

I’ll stick here with my whiskey on this mountain 

Forever to my dyin’ dyin’ day 

Oh keep on truckin Harry 

Mt. Saint Helens gonna’ blow 

Oh keep on truckin’ Harry 

Soon were gonna know 

That Harry Truman’s mountain 

Has blown faraway 

And Harry’s ghost is livin’ 

Across the USA 

With a roar heard clear to Canada 

The mountain took its toll 

And the ash blew cross the country 

Carryin’ Harry Truman’s soul 

And the night wind blew that evenin’  

All the way to New Orleans 

With the thoughts of Harry Truman 

Livin’ in all of our dreams 

Oh keep on truckin’ Harry 

Mt. Saint Helen’s just blew 

Keep on truckin’ Harry 

Where are you runnin’ to 

Harry Truman’s mountain 

Has blown far away 

And Harry’s ghost is livin’ 

Across the USA  

With a roar heard clear to Canada 

The mountain took its toll 

And the ash blew cross the country 

Carryin’ Harry Truman’s soul 

And the night wind blew that evenin’  

All the way to New Orleans 

With the thoughts of Harry Truman 

Livin’ in all of our dreams 

Oh keep on truckin’ Harry 

Mt. Saint Helen’s just blew 

Keep on truckin’ Harry 

Where are you runnin’ to 

Harry Truman’s mountain 

Has blown far away 

And Harry’s ghost is livin’ 

Across the USA 

Oh keep on truckin’ Harry 

Mt. Saint Helen’s just blew 

Keep on truckin’ Harry 

Where are you runnin’ to 

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