Life in the Hills with Joe, and Lucy

Verse 1

Early sun, frying eggs on an iron pan

Joe laced his boots, lunch pail in hand

Train tracks winding, through the morning mist

Long old walk, long road, long list

Hills hush in the heat, sweat stains his collar

Empty pockets, pennies won’t swallow

Summer drags heavy, winter bites bone

Steps in the snow—two miles alone

Chorus

Life in the hills, we make do, we don’t fold

Lucy with the garden rows, Joe on the train, grabbing hold

We got a roof and beans on the stove

Love that grows, grows slow but it grows

Post-Chorus

Hitchins depot, hearts come home

Hitchins depot, hearts come home

Verse 2

Lucy scraping jars, salt on her brow

Green beans, corn stacked up now

Her hands cracked, her apron stained

Patching little shirts, humming gentle names

Coal smoke in laundry, wind at the door

Kids at the table, wantin’ more

Hunger knocking, prayers every night

Joe gone Monday, weekends feel right

Chorus

Life in the hills, we make do, we don’t fold

Lucy with the garden rows, Joe on the train, grabbing hold

We got a roof and beans on the stove

Love that grows, grows slow but it grows

Post-Chorus

Hitchins depot, hearts come home

Hitchins depot, hearts come home

Bridge

Rain on the rails, whistle and wheels

Chores and choices, steady as steel

We live, we love, Kentucky bone-deep

Backwoods memory, promises we keep

Verse 3

Smoke from the stack, home in his heart

Joe sees Lucy, never apart

Hills still hungry, years rolling through

Nothing comes easy, but nothing is new

Children with laughter, porch full of sound

Roots tangled tight in this small town

Life on the line, spirit won’t break

Holler is home, for the living and the ache

Chorus

Life in the hills, we make do, we don’t fold

Lucy with the garden rows, Joe on the train, grabbing hold

We got a roof and beans on the stove

Love that grows, grows slow but it grows

Post-Chorus

Hitchins depot, hearts come home

Hitchins depot, hearts come home