[Verse 1]
Six kids in tow, one on the way
We built a house in the holler in '48
Ten cents and hour if it's gonna be tough
From the far ridge over to the river white
We lived and loved on that old hillside
Life was hard, but we rose above
On Pace's Bluff
[Chorus]
The hillside rang with the sound of children, the holler smelled like the Sunday snow
A whole lot of work and a whole lot of living, never had time for growing old
[Verse 2]
A papermill wage helped pay the bill
A-turnin' land was grandpa's thrill
My grandma would say when enough was enough
The youngest left in '69
Now grandkids play among the pine
And so goes the years I'm most fond of
On Pace's Bluff
[Chorus]
The hillside rang with the sound of children, the holler smelled like the Sunday snow
A whole lot of work and a whole lot of living, never had time for growing old
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Now the hillside stands alone
Except for two old weathered stones
Where the family lived and laughed and loved
[Chorus]
The hillside rang with the sound of children, the holler smelled like the Sunday snow
A whole lot of work and a whole lot of living, never had time for growing old