Blue Mountain Robert Hazard

There's children in the water, down by the sea plane dock
Old man whittling a black bear out of a cedar block
Hippies carrying back packs, they got the wings to fly

Lookin' for a patch of blue in the iron Adirondack sky
Look around all you see is a stack of stone
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

Back there in the city, you're some kind of wheel
You come up to the country, try to make some shady deal
You can build your mansion on the sacred burial ground

Them spirits gonna rise up some night burn that baby down
We got ancient blood and we take care of our own
That old Blue Mountain, that's my home

You must have made a wrong turn, you best be movin' on
Don't put your feet up boy, where they don't belong
You might get into trouble, we'll take it into town

The judge he won't be gentle when he brings his hammer down
You got a call but the storm just took out the phone
That old Blue Mountain that's my home

You can ride that wild river, hear the thrushes' song
But you got no business here to tell us right from wrong
I got a pile of old cars and busted oil tanks