Hills of Jefferson

Cool cloudy days and tattered thoughts
Here I come ready or not
Layered rock 'tween highways torn
Back to the land where I was born
Curvin' road around the ridge
Muddy creek under the bridge
Highway A and Highway P
Cruisin' Jefferson County

But now that I can see where I've been
After many years away from my kin
Different leaves now blow in a different wind
The Circle ends only to begin again

A great blue heron by the creek
Bluegill flappin' in its beak
Meth-heads cookin' in the hills
For your soul they sell a thrill
Not much room to graze or farm
But the Hills are not without their charm
Deep in the woods find what you need
Peace and quiet and a bit of skunkweed

But now that I can see where I've been
After many years away from my kin
Different leaves now blow in a different wind
The Circle ends only to begin again

But now that I can see where I've been
After many years away from my kin
Different leaves now blow in a different wind
The Circle ends only to begin again



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Hollingsworth
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