Lyrics
Well, down in old South fork Kentucky
There lives a man everybody knows
Spends his days in a muddy haze
Tangled in the cattail poles
Working on an ancient bottle
In the shade of a yellow pine
Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine
Takes a four-ten out for hunting
Sometimes if he paddles far
Might even bring his old six string
Hammer that CCR
And if it don't feel right for picking
He might dance in the kudzu vine
Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine
Just a river fool on good old mountain wine
Shooting at the moon
And squalling like a mountain lion
And you can hear him all the way in Jackson
Past the Wolf Creek line
Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine
Now he lays down every evening
Kicked back on the gravel bar
'Bout as free as a man can be
Counting those Kentucky stars
Dreaming all by his lonesome
Content with his place in time
Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine
Just a river fool on good old mountain wine
Shooting at the moon
And squalling like a mountain lion
And you can hear him all the way in Jackson
Past the Wolf Creek line
Just a river fool on good old mountain wine
He's just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine