High upon a forgotten mountaintop Lay a garden untended and dry 'Twas a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running For the mother long ago taught her children how to fly Within a simple cabin, untouched by industrial hands Sat the aged mother in her home You can't escape the picture frames, there's too many, she said They keep me from being alone Well, she spoke, he was an honest man He worked hard to put food on our plates Well, we had more babies than we had arms We struggled all our lives, but the rewards were great And when my son came home from the war He rested his head on my breast And said, ma, I'm tired of being used and grinded down I feel so low Can you make me feel like I'm the best? Well, my best friend truly wed a savage man He wore her like a bad tattoo For his only love was for a bottle She said, there's only one thing left for me to do To be wild once again, to take back my life To run away Set flames to his truck He won't ever know what he's been missing I did every day Joy, freedom, dance and love Yeah, dance and love These are the stories that this mother spoke to me As I brought her garden back to grow I was rewarded with a warm meal Tales never to be heard Some call it poverty, but they'll never know She said, all I got's my stories and this old guitar My crops have all come and gone away I got a head fulla recipes Enticing to the taste And a liking to wake up and greet the day Got a bad back from raising my children From hugging my husband so tight Hell, I never cared much for any government I got my Jesus when I feel the time is right Singing, I'm the richest I'll ever be I embrace the world I have all around me So sing a dying song and slap your knee Have a taste of true anarchy