Over the hill - John Martyn

    I'm going away to leave you,
    Going to leave you in disgrace.
    Nothing in my favour,
    Got the wind in my face.
    I'm going home;
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
    Over the hill;
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

    Can't get enough of sweet cocain,
    Get enough of Mary Jane.
    Going back to where I came from,
    Going to roll 'em back home again,
    Over the hill,
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
    Over the hill;
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

    I've been worried about my babies,
    Been worried about my wife.
    There's just one place for a man to be
    When he's worried about his life.
    I'm going home,
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
    Over the hill;
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

    Well I'm going away to leave you,
    Going to leave you in disgrace.
    I got nothing in my favour;
    The rain in my face.
    I'm going home,
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
    Over the hill;
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

    Over the hill,
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
    Over the hill;
    Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

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