Billy from the Hills
Greg Brown

Intro

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   No one now knows too much about these woods
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   If they got lost they wouldn't know where to go
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   Tribe's been gone a long time small farmers got blowed out
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   Maybe there ain't even that much left to know


Chorus

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   You can strip the trees foul the streams try to hide in a progressive dream
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Ease into the comfort that kills
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   Before I do that I'll grab my pack
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And disappear with Billy from the hills

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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


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Women sing in me that song from the ancient fire
I just open my mouth and what comes out gives me the 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 and surrounded by the Ozarks
Ain't one little bit of that boy that's slack

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If you're looking for a helping hand
He'll give you one you know he will
If you're looking for trouble uh-uh turn around
You don't wanna 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

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I know a guy who 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
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Aw dance Bill

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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


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Her memory to me is like a 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 fascinated with 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

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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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