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Back To My Old Molehill - The Flatlanders

I went to see the gypsy

But her mobile home was gone

And all that was left of the gypsy

Was her tire tracks cross the lawn

I headed out across the flatlands

In a rooster tail of dust

Looking to find some peace of mind

From someone I could trust

I tried to hide the pain

But the pain it would not hide

And when I tried to tell the truth

The truth turned around and lied

We were flying too high for each other

Too High for our own good will

I wish you would take me off of this mountain

Back to my old molehill

Take me off of this mountain

Back to my old molehill

I decided to call my doctor

But my doctor was not home

So I thought I'd call my lawyer

But my lawyer didn't have a phone

The sky is a falling on me babe

Ever since you decided to leave

I have this fear that the atmosphere

Is getting too thin to breathe

I tried to hide the pain

But the pain it would not hide

And when I tried to tell the truth

The truth turned around and lied

We were flying too high for each other

Too High for our own good will

I wish you would take me off of this mountain

Back to my old molehill

Take me off of this mountain

Back to my old molehill

I thought I'd just go fishiing

But the fish were not amused

And I caught myself just wishing

That I was in the fishes shoes

Just swimming in some deep blue water

Not a care in my head

Watching some fool with a line and pole

Hidin' by the riverbed

I tried to hide the pain

But the pain it would not hide

And when I tried to tell the truth

The truth turned around and lied

We were flying too high for each other

Too High for our own good will

I wish you would take me off of this mountain

Back to my old molehill

Take me off of this mountain

Back to my old molehill