I oughta pack a few things up and leave this place behind Go live off of the land like they did in olden times I think that I could do it. I reckon I'd be fine I can make a bow from hickory. I can tie my own flies I'm good with traps and snares. I'm handy with a knife And I don't mind the blood and dirt. They both wash out just fine Where the wind may blow; that's where I wanna go High in the mountains. Down by the riverside What's a restless soul to do when freed Of all the joy and pain that livin' did to me That wild, untamed land is callin' me I think about her often. It tears me up inside. A bottle keeps me warm now that that woman left my side I stare up at the stars while I lay awake at night And I dream about her sweet love every time I close my eyes Where the wind may blow; that's where I wanna go High in the mountains. Down where the valley's wide What's a restless soul to do when freed Of all the joy and pain that woman gave to me That wild, untamed land is callin' me It's callin' me