Ways That Are Dark

   Lyrics:


There are ways in the mountains as old as the hills
There are ways where dark hollers hide a still
Smoky paths still lead back to a Scot's old cutty sark
In the hills there are ways that are dark

There are ways in the mountains of losing all your sense
White lightnin' puts a bumblin in your head
If you're fotch up on pop-skull hit'll be your last remark
In the hills there are ways that are dark

CHORUS
There are ways that are dark as a leaf from the past
Ancient tones haunt the hollers and the coves
There are bones of the raven that flew from Noah's Ark
In the hills there are ways that are dark

I wouldn't stay in Cades Cove long as lightnin on a limb
I wouldn't fool around that cabin by the corn
When the hounds start to bite, Lord, you'll never hear the bark
In the hills there are ways that are dark

If your horse don't take a drink from the waters in the branch
Don't go follerin your nose up the stream
When the boys take an aim, man, they're gonna hit the mark
In the hills there are ways that are dark