Lyrics for The Live One
Copyright © 1995 Hacklebarney Music
No one now knows too much about these woods,
If they got lost, they wouldn't know where to go.
Tribes been gone a long time, small farmers got blowed out,
Maybe there ain't even that much left to know.
You can strip the trees, foul the streams, try to hide in the progressive
Ease into the comfort that kills.
'Fore I do that, I'll grab my pack,
And disappear with Billy from the hills.
Blood flows back and back and back and back,
Like a river from a secret source.
I feel it wild in me; I pitched my camp
At the fork where knowledge meets remorse.
Women sing in me that song from the ancient choir,
I just open my mouth and what comes out gives me chills.
I got my song from a secret place,
I got my face from Billy from the hills.
A 40-inch barrel on that shotgun,
Steel traps and a cane pack on his back.
Eighteen years old, surrounded by the Ozarks,
Ain't one little bit of that boy that's slack.
If you're lookin' for a helpin' hand,
He'll give you one, you know he will.
If you're lookin' for trouble, huh-uh, turn around,
You don't wanna mess with Billy from the hills.
Some folks dance cool, all angles and swaying hips,
Sensual as all get out and in.
Me, I'm a hick, and I dance like one,
I just kinda jump around and grin.
I know a guy, he doesn't dance too much,
But when he does, he gives everybody a thrill
You might run away or suck it up and stay,
When he dances, Billy from the hills.
Ah, dance, Bill.
There's a lantern lit on a Missouri night,
A woman writing poems by stove.
She knows the fox's whereabouts by knoll, by gulch, by yelp,
As he runs at night through her mother love.
Her memory to me is like watercress from a spring-fed stream,
Fresh and aching as a mockingbird's trill.
She lives in me; I try to look until
I can see for her and her boy, Billy from the hills.
It's a drifting time, people fascinated with screens,
No idea what's on the other side.
We stare at doom like an uptight groom,
And live our lives like a drunken bride.
Tonight I feel somethin' on the wind,
Or deep inside where we have to die or kill.
Something I know I didn't know I knew,
I learned from Billy from the hills.
Billy from the hills.
Billy from the hills.
I been up, honey, all night long,
It felt right, now it feel wrong.
I just wanna feed my misery,
The _Boston Globe_ and some black coffee.
I don't wanna have a nice day,
And I wish that you wouldn't say
That to me, not that-a-way,
I don't wanna have a nice day.
I think that somebody unscrewed my head,
I know I look just like an unmade bed.
But y'know when I feel this way,
What it is is a-what I say. And
I can remember a little restaurant, you know,
Somewhere down around Chicago.
She threw that Whopper right in my face,
And then she said, "Have a nice day." I said,
What d'ya wanna do then? Umh!
I wanna weep; I wanna sleep,
I wanna get by cheap.
I wanna creep into the deep,
I wanna fall down in a heap.
I'm gonna do it right on your floor,
If you say that to me just once more.
You'll have to roll me right out the door,
Yeah, and give me the ol' what for.
I can remember what the people did,
Way back when I was a little kid.
They didn't ask you to be always high,
They just said, "thank you" and "goodbye." And
No no no no no nonononono...
Why don't you have one? Take two, they're small.
Da da da da da dadadadadada...
Why don't you have a day like a painting of a kid with big eyes?
Why don't you have a day like a painting of a puppy with a ribbon 'round
Sun goin down over the sea?
Why don't you have a day like a painting of a kid with big eyes
Holdin' a puppy with a ribbon 'round it's neck'
Standin' down by the ocean with the sun...
Nonononono, I don't wanna.....nonononono, I don't wanna.....nononnonono, I
Transcribed by Shirley M. Cottle.
- "Billy from the Hills"
- "I Don't Want to Have a Nice Day"