Oh the night was black as pitch, when I'd give my girl a kiss
And go whistling up the hill back to my place
It was just a mile or two, and the Appalachian dew
Would hang heavy in a mist upon my face
I learned the mudholes and the ditches, the shortcuts and the fences
I could even cross old Elk Fork on a log
But what I always feared the most, more than old Dark Holler's ghost
Was Ern and Zorry's sneakin', bitin' dog
I wish they'd time him up, that dreaded rascal pup
I'd be happy as a king upon a throne
I'd go walking bravely by, with a twinkle in my eye
And whistle Mountain Dew on my way home.
On the weekend I would go to the moving picture show
With my friends across the hill at Carbon Glow
Through the darkness of the pines, after watching Frankenstein
We never wasted time a-getting home.
We learned the mudholes and the ditches, the shortcuts and the fences
We could even cross old Elk Fork on a log
But what we always feared the most, more than old Dark Holler's ghost
Was Ern and Zorry's sneakin', bitin' dog
I wish they'd time him up, that dreaded rascal pup
I'd be happy as a king upon a throne
I'd go walking bravely by, with a twinkle in my eye
And whistle Mountain Dew on my way home.
