Lyrics

Branding calves and riding pasture
Fencing in the rain
I learned so many tricks of the trade
I still use today
Doing all my daily business
In my customer ways
My mind goes back to the grasslands
Down Mankota way
Back in the hills

I fell in love with a cowboy
Something I couldn’t hide
When he told me that he felt the same, you know
I think that he lied
Cheap thrills
We found them in those hills
Cheap thrills

With the crocuses blowing in the wind
Reminding me of all the places
I’ve never been and
I could see all the way to the USA and
Probably ride there in less than a day

Her efficiency and good cookin
His gentle teaching way
I dreamed about the life I’d have
If I could only stay
In those hills
A life back in the hills
Whoa
A life back in the hills

Now I’m tending my own livestock
Facing my own acres
And I’m grateful for the lessons
Picked up along the way
‘Cause I ain’t old but I’m no baby
I’ve had my share of spills
Rolling up barbed wire now
And thinking about those hills
Those hills
And how I miss those hills

With their crocuses blowing in the wind
Reminding me of all the places
I’ve never been and
I could see all the way to the USA and
Probably ride there in less than a day

Cheap thrills
We found them in those hills
And I had my share of spills
Right there in those hills
Hills
Hills