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[ Roud 10661 ; Judge Fred Keller, ca. 1918]
Terry Gilkyson and the Easy Riders recorded Blue Mountain in 1958 for Columbia Records.
Finest Kind sang Blue Mountain on their 1996 album Lost in a Song. They noted:
This lovely old western song, learned by Ann [Downey] in Salt Lake City, was written by Fred Keller who cowboyed and practised law in Monticello, Utah, during the 1920s.
Blue Mountain is at the edge of a high, isolated range between the Dolores River of Colorado and the Colorado River of Utah. On the bare slope is a growth of spruce trees that from a distance looks like the outline of a horse's head. It has been a landmark for the inhabitants on this remote region since the early days.
Keller wrote Blue Mountain for an Old Timer's event commemorating local characters and their way of life. The song became an area favourite and was sung at parties thrown for young men going off to serve in the Second World War. It has recently attracted an audience much farther afield.
The song can be found in Hal Cannon's great little book Old Time Cowboy Songs (Gibbs Smith Publishing). Ann's version adds Buck Ramsey's last verse with its Texas punchline.
Norma Waterson went country with this song in 2002 on Blue Murder's album No One Stands Alone. This video shows Norma Waterson singing Blue Mountain, accompanied by Martin Carthy and Chris Parkinson, at the Royal Oak, Lewes, on 18 March 2010:
Norma Watersons sings Blue Mountain
I was born and raised in Texas
My past you must not know
For to seek a refuge from the law
Where the sage and the pinions grow
Chorus (after each verse):
Blue Mountain you're azure deep
Blue Mountain your sides so steep
Blue Mountain with a horse head on your side
My love you've won to keep
Well the brand “LC” I ride
And sleeper calves on the side
I'll own the hipside and shoulder before I get older
Zapitaro don't you tan my hide
Well I chummed up with Latico Gordon
And we drink at the Blue Goose Saloon
And we danced all night with the Mormon gals
And ride home by the light of the moon
Well I trade down at Monsa store
There's bullet holes in his front door
And his calico treasure my pony can measure
When I'm drunken and feeling sore
In the summer they say that it's fine
When those wintry winds I don't mind
But tell me, dear brother, if you want a mother
While there's Eve on the old chuck line.