Paroles de Paper Mountain Man

Mm, mm Mm, mm Well you live In a tiny bungalow With a dutch wooden door And a pot belly stove You wear Malboro boots and buck-skin jackets Sewn by the love of your Many ladies' hands You've been called ahead You've been called to bed You've been called be-damned But we'll shake your hand You're like a paper mountain man You live ten telephone poles And two trees up a dirt road outside the city line You like delicate ladies with real fine skin You'll touch them but you'll never love That's the way you've always been You've been called ahead You've been called to bed You've been called be-damned But we'll shake your hand You're like a paper mountain man Mm, mm Mm, mm Heard you're half raccoon and half horse trader Taking time to key your life Biased high You're wearing curly hair Teasing round your ears With a heavy-booted walk Tapping low-funk blues You've been called ahead You've been called to bed You've been called be-damned But we'll shake your hand You're like a paper mountain man You're like a paper mountain man You're like a paper mountain man