Well I feel like a stranger in my own hometown
There's traffic in the air where there used to be the sound
Of tall trees growin' and kids runnin' wild
Or maybe I was lookin' through the eyes of a child
But I swear…
There used to be
Hills and hollers here
Wild turkey and the white tailed deer
Creeks runnin' crystal clear
Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico
Moonshine on the mountaintop
Daddy sawin' fiddle like he never gonna stop
Lord, if these hills could talk
They'd say sing me a song that goes
Oh, mama leave the light on
Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history
They laid the first paved road back in '45
Now you gotta have wheels if you're gonna survive
Black top over gravel
Gravel over mud
Seems the oil in our veins runs thicker than the blood
But I swear…
There used to be
Hills and hollers here
Wild turkey and the white tailed deer
Creeks runnin' crystal clear
Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico
Moonshine on the mountaintop
Daddy sawin' fiddle like he never gonna stop
Lord, if these hills could talk
They'd say sing me a song that goes
Oh, mama leave the light on
Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history
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