These Old Hills

These old hills they cradled me when I was but an infant. And when I was bigger they let me play in and around them. Oh yes, these old hills.. Oh how I love them. And when I was older they let me hunt in them taking rabbits, squirrels, coon and sometimes a deer. Oh yes these old hills... Most of my people left these hills to get jobs in the factories but not me. If I have to leave these hills to make it then I won't make it. Oh these hills... The old people say if the hills could talk oh the stories they could tell.