Rachel Harrington - Truman lyrics

He was an old, old man Living on a mountainside With a mint pink Cadillac That he never took to ride His wife of thirty years pa**ed And he took his drink alone After the d**h of a true You no longer fear your own Harry Truman Are you coming down? Been a lonesome sermon on the mountain Truman, must you have your way? Harry Truman don't get blown away We begged and pleaded Your own to save 'Cause when that mountain goes Spirit Lake will be your grave Harry Truman Are you coming down? Been a lonesome sermon on the mountain Truman, must you have your way? Harry Truman don't get blown away Harry Truman You'll see him coming down When that mountain sheds her sleeping nightgown Children, look, there beyond the black It's Truman of St. Helens in his mint Cadillac Blazing from the ashes in his mint pink Cadillac