A Way Out On The MountainA Way Out On The MountainA Way Out On The MountainMan can't live on bread aloneThen I'll go somewhere and sing my songs againMore than likely right back to the places that I've beenIn fairness to my music and my friendI'll go somewhere and sing my songs againIt feels so good to have a simple wishWhere life and death is me and some old fishThough a king sits with a cold beer in his handOhAnd surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sandThen I'll go somewhere and sing my songs againMore than likely right back to the places that I've beenIn fairness to my music and my friendI'll go somewhere and sing my songs againMore than likely right back to the places that I've beenIn fairness to my music and my friendI'll go somewhere and sing my songs againMore than likely right back to the places that I've beenIn fairness to my music and my friend