Know a spot out in the country
Just around the Grabhorn bend
They got a base up there that’s thumpin’
Bring the missus, tell your friends
Grasshoppers and a banjo play
Piano chasin’ butterflies
There’s a summer rhythm strummin’
We’re up on Cooper Mountain high
Day’s last haze of August late
She plucked that cloud right from the ground
She blew a dandelion wish
And hummed a Cooper Mountain sound
Pack your fiddle, I’ll bring my songs
Close your eyes and hum along
Summer sings on Cooper Mountain
Can’t you hear that Cooper Mountain sound
There’s an A-frame in the meadow
There’s coyotes in the pine
Got an old guy round to help you out
Goes by Jed: he’ll treat you fine
Come on round the Grabhorn corner
Or take Tile Flat north from Scholls
Roy Rogers headed west, young man
To reach that Cooper Mountain soul
Day’s last haze of August late
She plucked that cloud right from the ground
She blew a dandelion wish
And hummed a Cooper Mountain sound
There’s a lyric in the high grass
Rhythm in the cricket’s whine
I hear guitar and snare drum
Bring your harp and keep in time
Pack your fiddle, I’ll bring my songs
Close your eyes and hum along
Summer sings on Cooper Mountain
Can’t you hear that Cooper Mountain sound
Day’s last haze of August late
She plucked that cloud right from the ground
She blew a dandelion wish
And hummed a Cooper Mountain sound