Up on the top of old Turkey Mountain,
Back in holler made of maple wood,
Lives old Iron Jim with his saws and axes.
Someday these rivers will run with blood.
Every 10 years he a heads down to town,
Every 10 years he's got to find him a wife.
Stand toe to toe and try and impede him,
Stand toe to toe and he'll take yer life!
Old Iron Jim, a mountain of muscle,
Rusty ol' axe sharp as a knife,
His woman in tow, heads back to the holler,
10 years left on her pretty little life!