Hills Around Home

Bullet holes in the county line sign
Mostly simple folks from another time
Down every ridge is a gravel road
You and me baby riding these hills around home

I got us a six pack in a paper sack
We got no place to be
A full tank blaring old hank
And the tops off the jeep
Sneaking around on the backroads alone
You and me baby riding these hills around home

The road get narrow where the water meets the trees
Splashing mud tires through criss crossing creeks
Nobodys calling no bars on my phone
You and me baby riding these hills around home

I got us a six pack in a paper sack
We got no place to be
A full tank blaring old hank
And the tops off the jeep
Sneaking around on the backroads alone
You and me baby riding these hills around home

Sneak down to the river back
We can do our thing
Riding these hills around home

I got us a six pack in a paper sack
We got no place to be
A full tank blaring old hank
And the tops off the jeep
Sneaking around on the backroads alone
You and me baby riding these hills around home



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Stark, Ben Becker
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