Lyrics
All the things my daddy taught me in the days when I was young
How to trail the whitetail deer and how to use a gun
In the autumn we go hunting in the winter we'd chop wood
In the spring time we'd plant sweetcorn in the summer we'd eat good
One thing he didn't teach me cause he never learned himself
Was how to earn a living wage while living in these hills
Oh the hills of Missouri are a deeper shade of green
Than the mountains or the valleys of any place I've seen
It was gravel roads and pick up trucks an one dollar gasoline
But these little towns got swallowed up by methamphetamines
Little brother got religion said the Lord had saved his soul
But I'd burn before I'd turn out like the preachers that I know
Little brother tries to tell me that the good Lord ain't the same
But I'm tired of seeing the devils work by those who claim his name
Oh the hills of Missouri are a deeper shade of green
Than the mountains or the valleys of any place I've seen
I been trying to feed my family working nights down at the mill
But mixing feed for cattle farms barely pays the bills
There's never much left over by the last day of the week
So I pray the children won't take sick if I find I'm on my knees
But there's nothing I love better than to hear a fiddle tune
Or sing the songs my mama sung to the old Missouri moon
Oh the hills of Missouri are a deeper shade of green
Than the mountains or the valleys of any place I've seen
Oh the hills of Missouri are a deeper shade of green
Than the mountains or the valleys of any place I've seen