Flynnville Train - High on the Mountain Lyrics

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High on the Mountain

High on the Mountain Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For High on the Mountain By Flynnville Train?
You gotta get high on the mountain
And see what's going on You gotta get high and see what's going on Well, if you don't see what you want You gotta climb a little more You gotta get down on your knees And get right with the Lord You gotta get down and get right with the Lord Well, if you wanna walk them streets of gold Stop a-knocking on the devil's door Well, now you may not be a preacher man Never played in a southern band You can take a trip to the promised land As long as you understand You gotta roll with the changes And see what life will bring You gotta roll and see what life will bring Just spread your wings like an eagle And fly high, wild and free [Incomprehensible] Well, now you may not be a preacher man Never played in a southern band You can take a trip to the promised land As long as you understand You gotta get high on a mountain And see what's going on You gotta get high and see what's going on If you don't see what you want You gotta climb a little more Well, if you don't see what you want You gotta climb a little more |
Who Wrote High on the Mountain By Flynnville Train?
Brent William Flynn, David Brian Flynn, Jeremy Patterson, Richard Young, Thomas L. Bales, Wesley Robinson
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What's The Duration Of The High on the Mountain By Flynnville Train?The duration of High on the Mountain is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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