[Verse 1]
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I got a guitar; you got a smile.
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We can go to Brushy Creek for a while
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and have us a good time.
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There ain't nothing like the sound
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of the hill country singing in the background.
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[Verse 2]
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Well your grandparents own this land,
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built this house with their hands
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and lived a good life.
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Now they're looking down
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dancing to the hill country background.
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[Chorus]
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Oh there's a round rock that lies midstream.
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We can go there and share our dreams.
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Hike on up to the railroad tracks
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and maybe hold hands when we walk back.
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[Verse 3]
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A place to think and come back home
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when we're tired and feeling alone
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in this good life.
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Where our love is found
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in the hill country singing in the background.
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[Verse 4]
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I got a guitar; you got a ring.
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Let's go to Brushy Creek this spring
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and have us a good time.
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There ain't nothing like the sound
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of the hill country singing in the background.
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Brushy Creek
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| Josh Abbott Band |
