| Song | Mountain Time |
| Artist | Joe Bonamassa |
| Album | An Acoustic Evening at the Vienna Opera |
| You drive west on 80 and it won't take too long ‘ | |
| Til the road starts climbing up to mountain time | |
| There's a girl | |
| I know there, she lives free and easy | |
| And she shows me wonders and she takes my mind | |
| And she's wild as eagles | |
| She's as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life's flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it's good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| Now I hate the city and | |
| I love the country | |
| And I love that feeling on that mountain high | |
| And that girl is waiting, but she won't wait too long | |
| So I drive all night to that clear blue sky | |
| And she's wild as eagles | |
| She's as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life's flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it's good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| I can feel it in the wind blow | |
| I can feel love flow | |
| And I'll be there when the morning comes, yeah | |
| And she's wild as eagles | |
| She's as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life's flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it's good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| Bright golden wing | |
| And she's wild as eagles | |
| She's as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life's flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it's good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| Bright golden wing |
| You drive west on 80 and it won' t take too long | |
| Til the road starts climbing up to mountain time | |
| There' s a girl | |
| I know there, she lives free and easy | |
| And she shows me wonders and she takes my mind | |
| And she' s wild as eagles | |
| She' s as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life' s flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it' s good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| Now I hate the city and | |
| I love the country | |
| And I love that feeling on that mountain high | |
| And that girl is waiting, but she won' t wait too long | |
| So I drive all night to that clear blue sky | |
| And she' s wild as eagles | |
| She' s as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life' s flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it' s good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| I can feel it in the wind blow | |
| I can feel love flow | |
| And I' ll be there when the morning comes, yeah | |
| And she' s wild as eagles | |
| She' s as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life' s flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it' s good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| Bright golden wing | |
| And she' s wild as eagles | |
| She' s as sweet as honeysuckle | |
| Her life' s flowing like a mountain stream | |
| And she takes me somewhere | |
| And it' s good to be there | |
| And she pulls me into her bright golden wing | |
| Bright golden wing |