These old hills they cradled me when I was but an infant.  And when I was bigger they let me play in and around them.  Oh yes, these old hills..Oh how I love them.  And when I was older they let me hunt in them taking rabbits, squirrels, coon and sometimes a deer. Oh yes these old hills...

Most of my people left these hills to get jobs in the factories but not me. If I have to leave these hills to make it then I won't make it.  Oh these hills... The old people say if the hills could talk oh the stories they could tell.