These Hills of Mine

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[Intro – Instrumental]
[Banjo rolls → fiddle answers → mandolin chop → upright bass walks in]
[Hand-clap rhythm builds]

[Verse 1]
There’s a little white house by a winding creek,
Tin roof shining after rain,
Grandpa’s old chair on the front porch swing,
And a hound dog sleeping by the gate.
Mama’s got cornbread in the cast-iron pan,
Daddy’s got a fire burning bright,
We didn’t have much, but we had each other,
And we had these hills every night.

[Chorus – Big Bluegrass Harmony]
Where the mountain meets the sky,
And the river keeps rolling by,
We sing our troubles to an old six-string,
Let that banjo ring out high.
With a fiddle crying through the pines,
And a mandolin keeping time,
You can take the whole wide world away,
But you can’t take these hills of mine.

[Verse 2]
Saturday night at the county hall,
Boots were dancing on the floor,
Old men picking, young folks singing,
Everybody shouting for one more.
The fiddle found a mountain rhythm,
The banjo started picking fast,
And every heart in that little town
Forgot about the working week at last.

[Chorus]
Where the mountain meets the sky,
And the river keeps rolling by,
We sing our troubles to an old six-string,
Let that banjo ring out high.
With a fiddle crying through the pines,
And a mandolin keeping time,
You can take the whole wide world away,
But you can’t take these hills of mine.

[Bridge – Breakdown]
[Banjo solo]
Well, the years roll on like a freight train,
And the young ones wander away,
But give me one night around that old fire,
And I'll be seventeen again.

[Instrumental Breakdown – Fast Bluegrass]
[Banjo lead]
[Fiddle trade-off]
[Mandolin chop]
[Upright bass walking hard]
[Full band kicks back in]

[Final Chorus – Full Harmony]
Where the mountain meets the sky,
And the river keeps rolling by,
We sing our troubles to an old six-string,
Let that banjo ring out high.
With a fiddle crying through the pines,
And a mandolin keeping time,
You can take the whole wide world away,
But you can’t take these hills of mine.

[Outro]
[Banjo rolls softly]
[Fiddle holds a warm final note]
[Upright bass final thump]

“You can take the whole wide world away…
but you can’t take these hills of mine.”

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[Intro – Instrumental] [Banjo rolls → fiddle answers → mandolin chop → upright bass walks in] [Hand-clap rhythm builds] [Verse 1] There’s a little white house by a winding creek, Tin roof shining after rain, Grandpa’s old chair on the front porch swing, And a hound dog sleeping by the gate. Mama’s got cornbread in the cast-iron pan, Daddy’s got a fire burning bright, We didn’t have much, but we had each other, And we had these hills every night. [Chorus – Big Bluegrass Harmony] Where the mountain meets the sky, And the river keeps rolling by, We sing our troubles to an old six-string, Let that banjo ring out high. With a fiddle crying through the pines, And a mandolin keeping time, You can take the whole wide world away, But you can’t take these hills of mine. [Verse 2] Saturday night at the county hall, Boots were dancing on the floor, Old men picking, young folks singing, Everybody shouting for one more. The fiddle found a mountain rhythm, The banjo started picking fast, And every heart in that little town Forgot about the working week at last. [Chorus] Where the mountain meets the sky, And the river keeps rolling by, We sing our troubles to an old six-string, Let that banjo ring out high. With a fiddle crying through the pines, And a mandolin keeping time, You can take the whole wide world away, But you can’t take these hills of mine. [Bridge – Breakdown] [Banjo solo] Well, the years roll on like a freight train, And the young ones wander away, But give me one night around that old fire, And I'll be seventeen again. [Instrumental Breakdown – Fast Bluegrass] [Banjo lead] [Fiddle trade-off] [Mandolin chop] [Upright bass walking hard] [Full band kicks back in] [Final Chorus – Full Harmony] Where the mountain meets the sky, And the river keeps rolling by, We sing our troubles to an old six-string, Let that banjo ring out high. With a fiddle crying through the pines, And a mandolin keeping time, You can take the whole wide world away, But you can’t take these hills of mine. [Outro] [Banjo rolls softly] [Fiddle holds a warm final note] [Upright bass final thump] “You can take the whole wide world away… but you can’t take these hills of mine.”

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