Paper Mountain Man

Well, you live in a tiny bungalow

With a Dutch wooden door and a pot belly stove

You wear Marlboro boots and buckskin 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 bedamned

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 'em, 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 bedamned

But we'll shake your hand

You're like a paper mountain man

Heard tell 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 bedamned

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