Hills and Hollers   Adrienne Young / Mark D. Sanders         Well I feel like a stranger in my own hometown   There’s traffic in the air where there used to be the sound   Of tall trees growin’ and kids runnin’ wild   Or maybe I was lookin’ through the eyes of a child   But I swear…      There used to be   Hills and hollers here   Wild turkey and the white tailed deer   Creeks runnin’ crystal clear   Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico   Moonshine on the mountaintop   Daddy sawin’ fiddle like he never gonna stop   Lord, if these hills could talk   They’d say sing me a song that goes   Oh, mama leave the light on   Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history      They laid the first paved road back in ‘45   Now you gotta have wheels if you’re gonna survive   Black top over gravel   Gravel over mud   Seems the oil in our veins runs thicker than the blood   But I swear…      There used to be   Hills and hollers here   Wild turkey and the white tailed deer   Creeks runnin’ crystal clear   Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico   Moonshine on the mountaintop   Daddy sawin’ fiddle like he never gonna stop   Lord, if these hills could talk   They’d say sing me a song that goes   Oh, mama leave the light on   Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history