“When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin’
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what’s that I beg your pardon
You best start thinking where food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden
Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Don’t wanna be around when the sh*t goes down
I’ll be gettin on down the mountain
When the truck don’t run, the bread don’t come, have a hard time finding petrol
Water ain’t runnin’ in the city no more do hold any precious metal
Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky, what’s that about over crowdin’
You ever seen a man who’s kids ain’t ate for 17 days and countin’
Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Don’t wanna be around when the sh*t goes down
I’ll be gettin’ on down the mountain
There ain’t no heat and the powers gone out, It’s kerosene lamps and candles
The roads are blocked its all grid locked, you got a short wave handle
Can you track the deer, can you dig the well, couldn’t quiet hear your answer
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, brother can you spare some ammo?
Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Don’t wanna be around when the sh*t goes down
Gettin on down the mountain
When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin’
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what’s that I beg your pardon
I think I see a rip in the social fabric; brother can you pass the ammo?”
– Corb Lund, from the lyrics to “Gettin’ Down On The Mountain”