by Jane Coryell

Created on: October 10, 2008   Last Updated: November 11, 2008

Goin' on a roadtrip,

Goin' back home,

To the hills my papaw loved.

Gonna go down past the river

Where the floods once rose,

Through the hills my papaw loved.

Over to the brickyard, all boarded up

Of days gone by, where he worked so hard,

Near the hills that my papaw loved.

The little white church

Where the bell tower rang

Rising high above

The hills that my papaw loved.

The streets of downtown

With the quaint little shops

Nestled in the hills that my papaw loved.

The roads that lead

To that beloved little house

Behind the hills that my papaw loved.

Traveling the long road home

To the place where you lay

Among the hills my papaw called home.

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