I'm writin' this letter, my darlin, from high on a hill.. We've been marchin' ten days and we're just outside Hawkinsville.. It's been snowin' all night and we ain't got no more kersosene..
It's too fast, it's too slow. It's too country, too rock and roll. It's too happy, to sad, to short or it's way too long. Yeah, and it's too bad they don't just.
Im writin this letter, my darling, from high on a hill. Weve been marching ten days and were just outside Hopkinsville. Its been snowing all night and we aint got no more kerosene.