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