There's a sayin' in Smokey Hollow that no matter what path to follow
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It will always lead you back wherever you roam
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It's an easy kind of living but the ways are slow forgiving
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And the folks in Smokey Hollow look at to their own
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It was there I wandered one day and my heart told me I must stay
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When I saw a girl with long black wavy hair
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She stood so tall and slender her lips looked warm and tender
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But she never let me know the pleasure there
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In the evening when the sun went down and all was still
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I could hear her as she came singing down the hill
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And I listened till I couldn't stand the charming sound
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So I hid there in the trees and struck her down
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The years have passed in number I think it's tenth this summer
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And I guess I've always known I couldn't win
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Cause I've run till I'm tired of runnin' and I've hid till I'm tired of hidin'
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And I'm almost glad it's come to an end
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In the evening when the sun goes down and all is still
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I'll be hanging like the smoke there between the hills
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They're gonna make me pay for my sinful wrong
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For the folks in Smokey Hollow look at to their own
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Yeah the folks in Smokey Hollow look at to their own
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For the folks in Smokey Hollow look at to their own
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Smokey Hollow
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| Tex Williams |
