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Take that road down yonder, she said
Toward the signpost that reads, lickskillet
Turn right up thar and then left after that
To a highfulootin road that’s paved in black

After you see the red store building by the crik
Turn to your right and you’ll be at Old Jack’s street
From there you go over the mountain a ways
And keep moving on through the woods path

Once you’ve gone far enough to see the blue ridges
Take a turn down the hill that Farmer Joe lives on
The one where there is cattle feeding in the fields
And a old deadly lookin’ scarecrow in the corn patch

Farmer Joe won’t bother you none atall I’m fer sure
He’ll be out workin’ in the fields of corn or backer
When you see him be sure to wave and let him know
You’re a comin’ down from the holler of hardscrabble

Past Joe’s farm there is a train track in the distance
Go across that and resist the urge to take any pictures
Because it won’t be long til’ that old train comes passing
And it won’t stop or tarry for one who’s out in it’s track

Listen closely now, after you’ve gone by the train tracks
Hurry up the hill toward buttersop road and you’ll find
A house that’s covered in old moss grown across it’s logs
Its there where there lives an old woman who knows me

Her name is Molly Jenson and she’s the local spinster
She’s never held to courtin’ and proves it with her loneliness
If you go to her, she’ll tell you where else to turn around
To find the road you’re after, that one called Hillybilly Lane

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