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Mountain Misfit
Anger, paranoia, and social withdrawal. Larry is a mountain misfit
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written by A.K. Mullins, performed by W.V. Hill
2003 Big Belly Records
Black Lung & White Lightnin'
Tue Oct 14, 2003
Country : Alternative Country
2003 Big Belly Records
Black Lung & White Lightnin'
Tue Oct 14, 2003
Country : Alternative Country
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» highest in charts: # 468 (46,661 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 95 (6,341 songs currently listed in Country > Alternative Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 95 (6,341 songs currently listed in Country > Alternative Country)
About the song
Larry lives way up in the holler...grows dope...makes corn liquor...wants to be left the hell alone. Purty scary tune about anger, paranoia, and social withdrawal.
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Credits: Written by A.K. Mullins; Arranged and performed by W.V. Hill
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Larry is a mountain misfit
He`s more than a little weird
Spider eggs and copperheads
Livin` inside his beard
A demon on his shoulder
A monkey on his back
He`ll murder you for a pint`a brew
He`s a moonshine maniac
(C):
Hermit, ogre, mad recluse
Killer dope and devil juice
Soul of black and eyes of red
The hills are alive
But Larry`s dead
Larry is a mountain misfit
Got no next`a kin
Bloody meat and pickled feet
Drippin` off his chin
A bone to pick with Jesus
No fear of the Holy Ghost
He`ll make`ya bleed for an ounce`a weed
His brain is a piece of toast
repeat (C):
Larry is a mountain misfit
He`s more than a bit deranged
Always stoned and all alone
Ain`t never gonna change
He`s lurkin` in the shadows
And hidin` from the truth
The more he drinks the more I think
He looks alot like you
repeat (C):
Lyrics
Larry is a mountain misfit
He`s more than a little weird
Spider eggs and copperheads
Livin` inside his beard
A demon on his shoulder
A monkey on his back
He`ll murder you for a pint`a brew
He`s a moonshine maniac
(C):
Hermit, ogre, mad recluse
Killer dope and devil juice
Soul of black and eyes of red
The hills are alive
But Larry`s dead
Larry is a mountain misfit
Got no next`a kin
Bloody meat and pickled feet
Drippin` off his chin
A bone to pick with Jesus
No fear of the Holy Ghost
He`ll make`ya bleed for an ounce`a weed
His brain is a piece of toast
repeat (C):
Larry is a mountain misfit
He`s more than a bit deranged
Always stoned and all alone
Ain`t never gonna change
He`s lurkin` in the shadows
And hidin` from the truth
The more he drinks the more I think
He looks alot like you
repeat (C):
