There was once a guy with a guitar who came around
His guitar had 12 strings and god, I loved the sound
He played songs that he made up or from his favorite bands
And man, I loved to watch him make those chord shapes with his hands
He'd bring fire from the mountain
Singing run boys, run
Well, I haven't seen him, now, I guess it's been a year or more
But I keep on watching, hoping he'll come through the door
And if he does, I swear that man won't buy one single drink
I'd wait on him hand and foot just to hear him sing
Fire from the mountain
Run boys, run
Well, that jukebox just gets louder with the same old damned up songs
And I can't hardly bring myself to go out anymore
Give me something real, won't you give me something from your heart
Give me Townes Van Zandt, give me some Guy Clark
Bring me some fire down from the mountain
Singing run boys, run
Fire from the mountain
Singing run, run boys, run