Windmill Hills - Dirk Hamilton

On 580 headin' east you'll pass through 'em goin' for the San Joaquin

And in the spring they're lush and lovely rollin' in a deep dark green

It makes ya' wanna stop and climb up 'em and roll down 'em from the top

And in the summer heat they look like giant ladies layin' naked in a

heap asleep

Brown from the sun and so inviting that ya wanna lay on one (or some)

and I still get the chills every time that I ride by those

WINDMILL HILLS

(CHORUS)
WINDMILL HILLS
I still get the chills every time that I ride by
those WINDMILL HILLS

Up there long ago they gave a party starrin' The Rollin' Stones
And people came from near and far (like army ants come to a
hunk of candy bar) And I'll never forget that Hells Angel with
the buffalo head hat. From on top of beat up bus he took
a leak on one of us (not me). About half a mile away you
could just make out little Mick up there hoppin' around on the
stage. He must have been afaid. I'll admit that I was on
that day.

(CHORUS)
WINDMILL HILLS
I still get the chills every time that I ride by
those WINDMILL HILLS

Well, everything I've sung about so far in this song happened way before those windmills came along. I don't know for certain
why they stuck 'em up. My guess is it has to do with rich folks
makin' bucks. Money from the wind. There's Power in those hills
Electricity bills. But I still get the chills every time that
I pass by those WINDMILL HILLS

(CHORUS)
WINDMILL HILLS
I still get the chills every time that I ride by
those WINDMILL HILLS

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