I Long For The Hills - Hot Rize

I saw a man a — walkin'

His hands were in his pocket

His head was hangin', lookin' at his feet

Well he looked up and saw me

And asked me for a quarter

Or if I knew a good cheap place to eat

Well I just shrugged my shoulders

Said, «If I could help you brother

I wouldn’t be out walkin' on the street

With nothin' more to say

Just turned and walked away

Hopin' for a richer man to meet

I long for the old home

I long for the hills

Swingin' on the front porch

Lord knows I ain’t had my fill

Well I left home at fifteen

With a guitar and a dream

And a heart that needs learnin' more of life

I never had a job long

I never was the kind

To settle down forever with a wife

I may have met some men

That you read about in books

And there were times that I was livin' right

But I ain’t got much to show

Here livin' on skid row

No one to help this old man through the night