The sun always shown on the Mountains of Smoke... · 7:25am Nov 16th, 2015
...the wind and the rain never came.
To call the place beautiful, no one would choke,
Though hard on the hooves, they'd exclaim.
But high in those hills, past the rocks and the rubble,
So high that the clouds were below,
Lived two redneck clans that were nothing but trouble.
As you listen, you'll see that it's so.
Now the clan to the West, that thought it was best,
Wore the name Hooffield like shoes.