Mountain Man Sewee Sewee
Sewee, sewee, sewee
We traveled far on this road rock
From the great plains
Through the tall blue grasses of the lone range
Cool green Caroline
You made
My bread and wine
I held
Your hand in mine
Sewee, sewee, sewee
From a rocky stand
I watched your bare feet climbing over salty land
When the light grew dim
I said now it's time for you to come in
Cool green Caroline
You made
My bread and wine
I held
Your hand in mine
Sewee, sewee, sewee
Sewee, sewee, sewee
