City Boy in the Hills

He can't find the city, thought the street life was cool

Act like a badass, but he played it like a fool

No respect for good women, no morals in his talk

Never had a license, never held a job

Barely owned a thing that he could call his own

Just a restless little ego, roaming all alone

Then he moved to Asheville, North Carolina glow

Where southern hospitality starts to overflow

The jimmy drums hit downtown on Friday night

And the hills keep calling him into the light

City boy in the mountains

Learning how to be

A hippie in the hills

Finally feeling free

Now he walks that river air with a softer step

Trading all that empty pride for the life he left

The drummers gather round and the whole street sways

He listens to the heartbeat of the Asheville days

What he thought was strength was just a heavy chain

Now he's shedding old behavior like a summer rain

Then he moved to Asheville, North Carolina, go

Where southern hospitality starts to overflay

The Jim B. drums tip downtown on Friday night

And the hills keep calling him into the light

City boy in the mountains

Learning how to be

A hippie in the hills

Find the feelings we

He was lost in a flex, in the smoke and noise

Now he finds his soul in the mountain voices

From the city to the cedars, from the pride to grace

Asheville turned a hard one into a gentler face

Then he moved to Asheville, North Carolina, low

Where southern hospitality starts to overflow

The gin be drawn to downtown on Friday night

And the hills keep calling him into the light

City boy in the mountains

Learning how to be

A hippie in the heat

Find the feeling cheap