Hickory Hill · 8:15pm Sep 19th, 2021
(Guitar)
On hic-ko-ry hill,
stood a wood mill
A fam-ly owned farm,
that none would harm
It was quiet...
(Guitar)
Most workers went home,
owner was walking a-lone
Just out for supplies,
no need for goodbyes
He"d be back...
(Guitar)
Downwind, shopping in the town...
Smiling, the stallion said a-loud
What a familiar sweet smell...
must be comin from Hic-ko-ry Hill
And it is...
(Guitar)
Not long a-go, he read in the paper