| Em | C | |
| Took my fam'ly away from my | Carolina home |
| Em | C | |
| Had dreams about the West and | started to roam |
| Em | C | |
| Six long months on a | dust covered trail |
| Em | C | |
| They say heaven's at the end but | so far it's been hell |
| chorus |
| C | G | D | |
| And there's | fire on the mountain, | lightnin' in the air |
| Am | C | Em | |
| gold in them hills and it's | waitin' for me | there |
| Em | C | |
| We were diggin' and siftin' | from five to five |
| Em | C | |
| sellin' everything we found | just to stay alive |
| Em | C | |
| gold flowed free like the | whiskey in the bars |
| Em | C | |
| Sinnin' was the big thing, lord and | Satan was his star |
| chorus |
| C | G | D | |
| And there's | fire on the mountain, | lightnin' in the air |
| Am | C | Em | |
| gold in them hills and it's | waitin' for me | there |
| Em | C | |
| Dance hall girls were the | evenin' treat |
| Em | C | |
| Empty cartridges and blood lined the | gutters of the street |
| Em | C | |
| Men were shot down for the | sake of fun |
| Em | C | |
| Or just to hear the noise of their | forty four guns |
| chorus |
| C | G | D | |
| And there's | fire on the mountain, | lightnin' in the air |
| Am | C | Em | |
| gold in them hills and it's | waitin' for me | there |
| Em | C | |
| Now my widow she | weeps by my grave |
| Em | C | |
| Tears flow free for her | man she couldn't save |
| Em | C | |
| Shot down in cold blood by a | gun that carried fame |
| Em | C | |
| All for a useless and no good | worthless claim |
| chorus (2x) (end on G instead of Em) |
| C | G | D | |
| And there's | fire on the mountain, | lightnin' in the air |
| Am | C | Em | |
| gold in them hills and it's | waitin' for me | there |
| C | G | D | |
| And there's | fire on the mountain, | lightnin' in the air |
| Am | C | G | |
| gold in them hills and it's | waitin' for me | there |
Solo Acoustic version using chords from Chordie: