At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain Of his fight against the people who would cut Green Mountain down To paid away for what they say is a short cut in the town Their sugar and the gas tanks of the dosers and the graters and mud The grits they finished yesterday was washed away by last night's ragin' flood And the dam went out with dynamite strollin's from the work through shack But the coal grey eyes of William Deacon never once looked back They're gonna move Green Mountain he can't stand in the way But William Deacon swears Green Mountain's gonna stay They're gonna move Green Mountain at least that's what they say But there he stands lookin' twice as big as he did yesterday For hundred years and more the Deacon Clan has planned Green Mountain as dear home But the highway department don't have the sence to leave well enough alone Witn an iron hand he raised ten kids and taught 'em right from wrong And then trouble come the Deacon Clan can be mighty bight and strong They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out into the way The forman round then said well now the work can start again But he forgot the family pride of all the Deacon Clan They're gonna move Green Mountain...