Chords for Greg Brown - Billy From The Hills

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_ [Em] No one now knows too much [A] about these woods.
_ [Em] They got lost and wouldn't know [A] where to go. _
[Em] The tribe's been gone a long [A] time.
Small farmers got blowed out.
[Em] Maybe there ain't even [A] that much left involved.
_ [Bm] We can strip the trees, [A] file the streams,
try to hide in a [F] progressive dream,
[Em] ease into the comfort that kills.
_ [Bm] Before I do [A] that, I'll grab my pack
[F] and disappear with [Em] Billy from the hills.
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ Blood flows [A] back and back and back [D] and [Em] back,
like a river from [A] a secret source.
_ [Em] _ I feel it [A] wild in me.
I [E] pitched my [Em] camp with a fork where [A] knowledge meets remorse.
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Women singing [A] me that song from the ancient fire.
[F] I just open my [Em] mouth and what comes out gives me chills.
[Bm] I got my [A] song from a secret place.
I [F] got my face from [Em] Billy from the hills.
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_ [Em] _ _ Forty-inch [A] barrel on that shotgun,
[Em] _ steel traps and a cane [A] pack on his back.
[Em] _ _ Eighteen years [A] old, surrounded by the Ozarks.
[Em] Ain't one little bit of that [E] boy that's slack.
[Bm] _ If you're looking for [A] a helping hand,
[G] _ [F] he'll give you one, [Em] you know he will.
If _ _ [Bm] you're looking for [A] trouble, uh-uh, turn around.
[F] You don't want to mess with [Em] Billy from the hills.
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] [Em] Some folks dance [A] cool, all angles and swaying [Em] hips. _
Sensual as all get out and in.
[A] _ _ [Em] Me, I'm a [A] hick and I dance like one.
_ [Em] I just kind of [A] jump around and grin.
_ [Em] _ [Bm] I know a guy, [A] he doesn't dance too much,
[F] but when he does, he gives [Em] everyone a thrill.
_ [Bm] You might run away [A] or suck it up and stay [F] when he dances. _
[Em] Billy from the hills.
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God [Em] dance, Bill.
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_ [Em] There's a lantern lit on a [A] Missouri night. _
_ [Em] A woman writing poems [A] by a stove.
[Em] She knows the fox's [A] whereabouts by knoll, by gulch, by [Em] yelp.
As he runs at [A] night through her mother love.
_ [G] _ [Bm] Her memory to [A] me is like a watercress from a spring [F]-fed stream.
Fresh and [Em] aching as a mockingbird's trill.
[Bm] She lives [A] in me, I try to look until I [F#m] can [F] see for her.
[Em] And her boy, _ _ [A] Billy _ [Em] from the hills.
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] [Em] It's a drifting time, [A] people fascinated with screens.
_ [Em] No idea [A] what's on the other side.
_ [Em] _ We stare at [A] doom like an uptight groom.
[Em] _ Live our [A] lives like a drunken bride.
[Bm] _ Tonight I [A] feel something on the wind.
[F] Deep inside where we [Em] have to die or chill.
_ _ [Bm] Something I know [A] I didn't know I knew I [E] learned [F] from. _
[Em] Billy from the hills.
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[Em] Billy from the hills.
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