Unto These Hills - The Marshall Tucker Band

Unto these hills I’m going today

Unto these hills that’s where I’m going to stay

Nothing to my name but an old trap line

And a woman in a valley, forever torture in my mind

Torture in my mind

Well, I met her in Fargo, an old dusty bar

Lord, she kissed me, and stole this mountain man’s heart

Come to find out — she loved every man in town

So I grabbed my old Hawkens and I rode out of town

Unto these hills I’m going today

Unto these hills that’s where I’m going to stay

Nothing to my name but an old trap line

And a woman in a valley, forever torture in my mind

Torture in my mind

Gonna live in these hills where I know my friends

I’m gonna stay here till the very end

Gonna love this mountain till my final days

Then I’ll lay down and die, Lord

And let the snow be my grave

Unto these hills I’m going today

Unto these hills that’s where I’m going to stay

Nothing to my name but an old trap line

And a woman in a valley, forever torture in my mind

Torture in my mind

Torture in my mind

Torture in my mind

Unto these hills I’m going today

Unto these hills that’s where I’m going to stay

Nothing to my name but an old trap line

And a woman in a valley, forever torture in my mind