City Boy in the Hills

He came from a city

Thinkin' danger was cool

Playin' bad, actin' hard

Tryna look like a fool

No respect for good women

No morals, no God

No driver's license, no job

Nothin' to his name to hide

Then I moved to Ashland where the mountains sing

Southern hospitality put a change in everything

Friday downtown, the jimbadums rise and sway

And the streets feel warmer when the drummers play

City boy in the hills, he's a hippie now

Trading all that face of tall for a store of owls

Sitting by in the hills

Letting go of the fire

With the deep bay storm

And the Friday night light

He learned to breathe

With the river and the pines

Found a little truce

Between the rhythms and the lines

What he thought was power

Just turned out small

Now he's dancing with the people

And the mountains call

City boy in the hills

He's a hippie now

Trading all that face up tall

For a snow avow

City boy in the hills, letting go of the fight

The deep bay stone and the Friday night light

No more chasing shadows

No more empty pride

He found a better life

With the mountains by his side

City boy in the hills

He's a hippie now

Trading all that faked up talk

For a slower route

In the hills, letting go of the fire

With a deep bass thump and Friday night light