Hillbilly Hollows

Down in Hillbilly Hollow, under the silver moon, Rustlin' leaves and hootin' owls, playin' a country tune. Haystacks high, and the creek runs low, Life rolls by, nice and slow. Dirt road windin', bend to bend, Kin and friends 'round every end. Old guitars strummin', hear the sound, Laughter echoes, love abounds. Barefoot dances, by the old barn door, Stories told, of legends yore. In Hillbilly Hollow, hearts are full, Under starlit nights, life's beautiful.