Round Hill

He wanted to get out of Round Hill
Buy that motorcycle and learn to ride
He and his brother, Ray, would go flying
Past the reservoir into the sky

It was hard, hard times in North Virginia
Then Ray got called up for the war
They rode that motorcycle to the airport
He said, "Ray, I ain't gonna wait around no more."

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North Virginia, between the foothills and the bay
You're a pretty picture, but the road calls me away
I can't see my life ending this way
Oh, Round Hill, won't you forgive me some day?

His mother, she believed in the gospels
And she prayed every night for his return
As he road that Honda Scrambler towards New England
Looking for all the bridges he could burn

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He was 50 miles south of Boston
When he called back to Round Hill from the road
His mother told him Ray was lost in action
So there didn't seem no reason for going home

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