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
(Chorus:)
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 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
(Chorus)
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