Hillbilly dreamer, tell me where you're from.
The hills, the mountains? Where'd you get that gun?
You seem so relaxed, content and free.
You're not anxious, uptight, and stressed like me.
(I want to be just like you)
Hillbilly Dreamer, are you ever sad?
Are you ever worried, confused, or mad?
Tell me, Hillbilly, are you one of a kind?
Are you the only one that controls your mind?
(I want to be just like you)
Hillbilly Dreamer, you are your own person.
You push through even when things have worsened.
Tell me, Hillbilly, why couldn't I see
that the Hillbilly Dreamer in the mirror is me?
About the Creator
Ginger Gillenwater
Her head tilted as she absorbed the glorious sight of her name on the cover. "Well," Ginger said, "I think my name is too long. I need a pen name."
In the end, alphabet soup always wins.
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