Sitting On A Hill

I'm sitting on a hill underneath a tree
Thinking how crazy life can be
Thinking how crazy mine has been
And wondering if I can do it over again

I'm sitting on hill, looking up at the sky
Thinking how fast things go by
Wondering where the money goes
Into some else's pockets, I suppose

And I'm singing

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Oh oh oh ooooh
Oh oh oh ooooh
Oh oh oh ooooh
Oh oh oh oh

I'm sitting on a hill in the leaves of grass
Walt Whitman can kiss my ass
He wrote those poems so beautifully
I could use a little more poetry

I'm sitting on a hill beneath the midday sun
Thinking about when I was young
And I didn't know anything anyhow
I don't think I know too much more now

But I know how to sing

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From the top of the hill I watch the world go by
And the sun fall from the sky

I got a picnic lunch and a bottle of wine
I'll be up here for a long, long time
If you got a couple hours to kill
I'll be sitting on the top of the hill

I'm sitting on a hill underneath a tree
Thinking how crazy life can be
Thinking how crazy mine has been
And wondering if I can do it over again

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