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greg brown – billy from the hills كلمات اغاني

no one now knows too much about these woods,
they got lost, they wouldn’t know where to go.
tribe’s been gone a long time, small farmers got blowed out,
maybe there ain’t even that much left to know.
you can strip the trees, foul the streams, try to hide in a progressive dream.
ease into the comfort that kills.
before i do that, i’ll grab my pack,
and disappear with billy from the hills.

blood flows back and back and back and back,
like a river from a secret source.
i feel it wild in me; i pitched my camp
at the fork where knowledge meets remorse.
women sing in me that song from the ancient fire,
i just open my mouth and what comes out gives me chills.
i got my song from a secret place,
i got my face from billy from the hills.

a 40-inch barrel on that shotgun,
steel traps in a cane pack on his back.
eighteen years old, surrounded by the ozarks,
ain’t one little bit of that boy that’s slack.
if you’re looking for a helping hand,
he’ll give you one, you know he will.
if you’re looking for trouble, huh-uh, turn around,
you don’t want to mess with billy from the hills.

some folks dance cool, all angles and swaying hips,
sensual as all get out and in.
me, i’m a hick, and i dance like one,
i just kind of jump around and grin.
i know a guy, he doesn’t dance too much,
but when he does, he gives everyone a thrill
you might run away or suck it up and stay,
when he dances, billy from the hills.

there’s a lantern lit on a missouri night,
a woman writing poems by a stove.
she knows the fox’s whereabouts by knoll, by gulch, by yelp,
as he runs at night through her mother love.
her memory to me is like watercress from a spring-fed stream,
fresh and aching as a mockingbird’s trill.
she lives in me; i try to look until
i can see for her and her boy, billy from the hills.

it’s a drifting time, people are fascinated by screens,
no idea what’s on the other side.
we stare at doom like an uptight groom,
and live our lives like a drunken bride.
tonight i feel something on the wind,
deep inside where we have to die or kill.
something i know i didn’t know i knew,
i learned from billy from the hills.

- greg brown

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