Stoney Mountain-crd Buck Owens
[F] Stoney Mountain, West Virginia
Is the [Bb] place I long to [F] be
Stoney [Bb] Mountain, West Vir-[F] ginia
Where my [C] darlin' waits for [F] me.
[F] Left my home one Sunday mornin'
I struck [Bb] out for Tennes-[F] see
To sing my [Bb] songs and make my for-[F] tune
And join the [C] Grand Ole Op-[F] ry.
[F] A man told me, son, you ain't got it
Go back [Bb] home while there's still [F] time
But I couldn't [Bb] stand the thought of [F] diggin'
In that old [C] Stoney Mountain [F] mine.
I fell in with bad companions
Robbed a bank in Memphis town
Headed south scared and runnin'
They caught me in Birmingham.
Jailor! Jailor! Pen and paper
Write this letter for me, please
To Stoney Mountain, West Virginia
And make me just a memory.