Fool's Hill
Fool’s Hill


Fool’s hill, fool’s hill

Some won’t make it but most will

When you’re young and you’ve got time to kill

You take a ride up on fool’s hill

Wagging tongues, a little town

Brother’s got heads spinning all around

Mom just sighs. She’s had her fill

Says, “my boy’s just climbing fool’s hill”

Repeat chorus

Phone rings out on Christmas day

He got arrested he got hauled away

He could be a movie star

But you can’t bring your horse inside a bar

Repeat chorus

Does she wonder, does she doubt?

Whether he will get it figured out

Maybe theirs is just a freer will

Those who drive too fast on fool’s hill

Repeat chorus