It's been a few years nowSince I fell to nursery roadI've been living up the heart ofWatching my children growI'm doing just fineKeeping my mind at allThere ain't a worry of mineI'm like a boyTo slaughter a fish out of waterEvery time I leave the road lineI'm lying lowI'm lying lowOn the lower side of the mountainWeeping what I sowI'm lying lowI'm lying lowHad a better way than my daddyMy daddyI'm lying lowIf I keep running with my assesI'll find myselfAt an early ageAt an early ageIf there's water in the wellDon't go doing something drasticThere's fruit on my vineTo bring on the wineI've got so little timeI'll take what I've gotAnd save a few shotsTo tryI'm right out on the declineI'm lying lowI'm lying lowOn the lower side of the mountainWeeping what I sowI'm lying lowI'm lying lowHad a better way than my daddyMinding dirty hands forI'm lying lowWho said I'd cryI'm lying aloneI'm lying aloneI'm lying aloneOn the north side of the mountainWhere my ginseng growsWhere my ginseng growsI'm lying aloneI'm lying aloneHad a better way than my daddyMining 30-inch coalI'm lying aloneI'm lying alone