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Ol' Billy Jones got a place up in the hills
A long hard life of city livin' and he knew he had his
fill.
A place for relaxation is all he'd really need.
A place where freedom ruled the land and a place to
plant a seed.
You know the time it passed by slowly in the hills
forever rollin'
And music always filled the air from the birds forever
callin'.
Now Billy he thought long and hard on the name of his
hill.
He made a sign out of ivy vine and he called it
Hookahville.
All good people gather 'round, and they built
themselves a peaceful town.
If you're tired of the city thrills you can work up in
the old sawmill,
And follow in the footsteps of Ol' Bill, and come to
Hookahville.
Billy, he is the head of town and he runs things his
own way.
You can join the local country club ' cause there ain't
no dues to pay.
No rules or regulations, live life as you please.
Just use a little common sense, don't abuse our land or
our trees.
No one here goes hungry, 'cause everyone grows their
feed.
Barter, it's the way of life, you can trade for all you
need.
No hassles or bad attitudes is the way we like things
here.
And the fields grow green, it's the kind that seems to
keep us smilin' through the year.
All good people gather 'round, come on and join our
peaceful town.
If you need a place where you can chill, just take a
swig straight from my still.
Follow in the footsteps of ol' Bill, and come to
Hookahville.
