Hilltop Lakes Blues

Hilltop Lakes Blues (to the Tune of Highway 40 Blues by Ricky Skaggs)

By Padrig Boles
January 2010

Well, these Hilltop Lakes Blues
I’ve walked holes in both my shoes
Counted the days since it rained
I see the white rail fence
And the light at the guard shack
Squandered time on the Hilltop front 9
But in the end I had to roll
Back home in the little golf cart
Got the Hilltop Lakes Blues

The Navy called when I was young
Showed me all the things to come
Stress and strain lie ahead
That’s what my horoscope said
Loved California
Our money’s good, better down here
My eyes are filled with hopeful tears
Lord, I ain’t been home in years
Got the Hilltop Lakes Blues

You know I ramble all around
On my colt Darlin, she’s real fast
Seeing skinny deer and the wild hogs
Met retired folks at Granny camp
Most of them just want to stay
Got a jet ski, fishin boat and two golf carts
Had a fancy house in old SoCal
Things a country boy can’t use
Normangee, Lopan trees and Waco TV
Got the Hilltop Lakes Blues

The fire department called , I gotta go
To a call near Bryan, you know
I can’t wait to swim in that big Texas pool
And play bingo with the folks from the Hill
Big Houses, small houses there all the same
Everybody in Hilltop knows your name
Al and Rhea meetin’at the Lions club
Is it Hilltoppers tonight or to the golf course?
With a nice airstrip, a post office and woods
Oh, I got the Hilltop Lakes Blues!