For the Hills

c little too country, for the city

c little too pure, for them

When I was a young boy, I dreamed of the city, no no

Now I'm a grown man, running for the hills

For the hills

For the hills

For the hills

For the hills

c little too this, a little too that

But I could take you to the field where the ditch weed at

Cut off jeans and an army hat

We working till the sun goes down

Too many houses, and not enough homes

Take me to place where the wild things grow

Holding three jobs, till you finally own

You know it hit different, when you worked for it

I don't think I'll ever let it go,

No matter where I move, I'll always have it in my soul

c little too country, for the city

c little too pure, for them

When I was a young boy, I dreamed of the city, no no

Now I'm a grown man, running for the hills

For the hills

For the hills

For the hills

For the hills

I been living life in the city

Half of my life, I admit it

I can feel an exodus rising

Take my people to the promised land

I remember being real young, with a dream

Had no idea about all I'd achieve

Should of been gone that November night

But grace kept me here, is what I've realized

I don't think I'll ever let it go,

No matter where I move, I'll always have it in my soul

c little too country, for the city

c little too pure, for them

When I was a young boy, I dreamed of the city, no no

Now I'm a grown man, running for the hills

For the hills

For the hills

For the hills

For the hills