they got tired of living and an apple going black went up the mad river valley they never looked back way up the mountain of a cam bell ridge up an old logging rope across an old mill bridge they built a little house out of stone they found put they re backs to the plow and the seeds in the ground water from the spring running plenty and good from a hard wood forest chopping fire from the wood ooohhh they re living the good life ooohhh living the good life they got bread in the oven got books on the shelf they re looking deep into each others eyes keeping to themselves pursuing ideals with grace and style and they re making ends meet with their huggle belly guile ooohhh they re living the good life ooohhh living the good life way up the mountain of a cam bell ridge up an old logging rope across an old mill bridge they built a little house out of stone they found put they re backs to the plow and the seeds in the ground the got the power of the sun and the strength of the soil finding peace in their hearts and faith in their toil ooohhh they re living the good life ooohhh living the good life