Truman

He was an old, old man
 Living on a mountainside
 With a mint pink Cadillac
 That he never took to ride
 His wife of thirty years passed
 And he took his drink alone
 After the death of a true
 You no longer fear your own
 Harry Truman
 Are you coming down?
 Been a lonesome sermon on the mountain
 Truman, must you have your way?
 Harry Truman don't get blown away
 We begged and pleaded
 Your own to save
 'Cause when that mountain goes
 Spirit Lake will be your grave
 Harry Truman
 Are you coming down?
 Been a lonesome sermon on the mountain
 Truman, must you have your way?
 Harry Truman don't get blown away
 Harry Truman
 You'll see him coming down
 When that mountain sheds her sleeping nightgown
 Children, look, there beyond the black
 It's Truman of St. Helens in his mint Cadillac
 Blazing from the ashes in his mint pink Cadillac.