[Instrumental intro: guitar and mandolin] [Verse 1: Bass-Baritone vocals] I miss the old days, heading for the hills Where the old oak trees whisper, time stood still We pitched that tent ‘fore the daylight fell Lit up the fire, laugh at the stories we’d tell [Chorus] Mornings by the fire, coffee in the pan Eggs on the skillet, my brother-n' my old man Tucked in the water where the minnows gleam Simple kind of living, felt just like a dream [Verse 2] First light creeping through the trees so slow Breathe in the air, sky aboves' set aglow We'd race to the river, rods in our hands Casting lines from the gravel and Carolina sands [Instrumental pre-chorus] [Chorus] Mornings by the fire, coffee in the pan Eggs on the skillet, my brother-n' my old man Tucked in the water where the minnows gleam Simple kind of living, felt just like a dream [Bridge] Now I drive past those trails we knew And the wind still hums like it always used to If I close my eyes, I can still feel the flame That ol' stone mountain stays the same [Final Chorus – Soft Build] Oh, that old Stone Mountain... On the blue ridge parkway
