Rachel Harrington - Truman Lyrics
Living on a mountainsideWith a mint pink CadillacThat he never took to rideHis wife of thirty years passedAnd he took his drink aloneAfter the death of a trueYou no longer fear your ownHarry TrumanAre you coming down?Been a lonesome sermon on the mountainTruman, must you have your way?Harry Truman don't get blown awayWe begged and pleadedYour own to save'Cause when that mountain goesSpirit Lake will be your graveHarry TrumanAre you coming down?Been a lonesome sermon on the mountainTruman, must you have your way?Harry Truman don't get blown awayHarry TrumanYou'll see him coming downWhen that mountain sheds her sleeping nightgownChildren, look, there beyond the blackIt's Truman of St. Helens in his mint CadillacBlazing from the ashes in his mint pink Cadillac.