Well I feel like a stranger in my own hometown Thereâs traffic in the air where there used to be the sound Of tall trees growinâ and kids runninâ wild Or maybe I was lookinâ through the eyes of a child But I swearâŠ
There used to be Hills and hollers here Wild turkey and the white tailed deer Creeks runninâ crystal clear Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico Moonshine on the mountaintop Daddy sawinâ fiddle like he never gonna stop Lord, if these hills could talk Theyâd 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 â45 Now you gotta have wheels if youâre gonna survive Black top over gravel Gravel over mud Seems the oil in our veins runs thicker than the blood But I swearâŠ
There used to be Hills and hollers here Wild turkey and the white tailed deer Creeks runninâ crystal clear Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico Moonshine on the mountaintop Daddy sawinâ fiddle like he never gonna stop Lord, if these hills could talk Theyâd say sing me a song that goes Oh, mama leave the light on Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history