Verse 1
I got a guitar; you got a smile
We can go to Brushy Creek for a while
And have us a good time
There ain't nothing like the sound
Of the hill country singing in the background

Verse 2
Well your grandparents own this land,
Built this house with their hands
And lived a good life
Now they're looking down
Dancing to the hill country background

Chorus
Oh there's a round rock that lies midstream
We can go there and share our dreams
Hike on up to the railroad tracks
And maybe hold hands when we walk back

Verse 3
A place to think and come back home
When we're tired and feeling alone
In this good life
Where our love is found
In the hill country singing in the background

Verse 4
I got a guitar; you got a ring
Let's go to Brushy Creek this spring
And have us a good time
There ain't nothing like the sound
Of the hill country singing in the background