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Jesse’s Hill

Peter Mayer/Vincent Varvel

Comes into the kitchen leads a train of books and shoes
Into his room the disappearing King in exile
Daddy wants to talk to you the way you’ve been is not like you
What you gonna make of yourself child
Supper’s on and Momma talks
‘Round storm clouds in the air
Checks his room to say goodnight
But there’s no one there

But he’s gonna be high up the mountain
Where the wind is wild and a heart beats still
With a birdseye view you can see forever
Riding high on Jesse’s Hill

I need the car on Friday night just me and a friend of mine
Don’t worry over me I’m not your baby
You’re acting strange as you can be what’s her name and who is she
Don’t you ever talk to me that way
Friday comes the radio hums
‘Round fireflies in her hair
She puts a kiss upon his face
Says take me there…

And he’s gonna be high up the mountain
Where the heart beats wild and the soul is still
With the wind in your wings you can see forever
Riding high on Jesse’s Hill

Through the curtain Daddy waits that boy just can’t behave
Momma says come to bed he’s just like you
When you were young and brave