Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Billy From The Hills , by - Greg Brown. Song from the album The Live One, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 16.10.1995
Record label: Red House
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Billy From The Hills , by - Greg Brown. Song from the album The Live One, in the genre Музыка мираBilly From The Hills |
| 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 |
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