| Rayburn Crane he rode these mountains | 
| like the streams he rode 'em through | 
| Through the Farewell Gap and the Franklin Lakes | 
| Up North to Chagupa Plateau | 
| With the government men and the hunters and the dudes | 
| And the leaders of the business world | 
| Yah, Rayburn Crane was a packhorse man | 
| And a mighty good hand with a mule. | 
| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane | 
| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees | 
| Remember your name. | 
| He rode 45 years through the mountains and the | 
| valleys just a-pullin' them strings of mules | 
| And the ropes and the chaps and the halters & the | 
| saddles well these were Rayburn’s tools | 
| Sittin' down at night by the firelight talkin' | 
| and a-pullin' at the whiskers on his chin | 
| You didn’t need no music when Rayburn went to talkin' | 
| 'bout the mountains and the packhorse men. | 
| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane | 
| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees | 
| Remember your name. | 
| Well the business men they bought these | 
| mountains for a big time ski resort | 
| An Ol' Rayburn he’s gone down to die | 
| in a Three Rivers' trailer court | 
| And the canvas-flapjack-cooktent moans | 
| with the bushes and the trees in the wind | 
| 'Cause there ain’t no place in a ski resort | 
| for a mule skinnin' packhorse man. | 
| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane | 
| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees | 
| Remember your name. | 
| Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane | 
| The Mountains and the Valleys and the Trees | 
| Remember your name. |