Mel Tillis:

Matterhorn

1.	We started out from Bern on sunny August morn There were just the four of us against the Matterhorn There were Albert the Australian and John the Irish man Me and Bill from Britain mad dogs in the sun

Ch.	Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died To climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn

2.	Two miles up we lost John and the rations fell below Al and Bill were lying beneath an avalanche of snow Now here I am all alone and know I cannot stop Two more yards in front of me before I reach the top

3.	Now here I am a-dying upon the Matterhorn Not a grave for me to lye in not a thing to keep me warm The Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down But it’s closer here to heaven than it’s back to the ground