Medicine

Oh Mr. Medicine I’m going to right you a love song
And oh sweet heroine come and take me home
And oh you’ve done me wrong and again
And oh the trouble we’ve been in

Oh misty mountain man cutting down the tallest trees
And the burn the rest around as if it were a disease
Oh the earth is growing old
Oh the lies that we have told

Oh mystic native land, roam the west since you were born
And steal the cities lights when your children grow cold
And run like you’ve never run before
From places you have never known

Oh Mr. Medicine you let me down to the floor
And oh sweet cherubim come and take me home
Well oh, the earth is growing old
Know, the lies that we have told.