Gin Hill

 

 

 

She was a good girl you could tell d girl you could tell

In a sense I knew to well

From a distance I could see

The angelic face and harmony

From a caring world well bred

 

Refrain:

 

I saw her on the way

On the way up gin hill

 

 

Through the mist I saw a face

Nurtured soul full of grace

Not a tremor or a tantrum in her voice

But her eyes went somewhere else

I put my heart back on the shelf

 

Anyway I was on the way

Up gin hill

 

The phone machine don’t work

Plugged it in just like a jerk

Waiting for no one here to give a call

They all have come and gone

Like the sound that ends a song

 

Care is not for me

Gone up gin hill

 

I see every heartache on the way

Every blue note out to play

On a battered old pawn shop guitar

Fading into the dusk, headfelt from the rush

Of a well soaked happy hour

 

Here I am again

Up gin hill

 

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