There ain’t much that’s left here that ain’t all run down
Gone are the echoes of old familiar sounds
Families have scattered parted and gone
Left a lot of good things to wither away back home
Can’t you feel those hills around you
Can’t you feel that touch of home
Don’t you wish you’d never gone
There are some things memories can’t bring home
Hills of home hills of home
Families scattered off and gone
These old hills that have been passed by
Well they’ve seen their share of leavin’ in their time
Old familiar dirt roads winds through the piney glade
Where all the longings of childhood dreams were made
Where we passed the mossy mounds where I could run and play
Never a care to cross my mind all the livelong day