Ol' Billy Jones got a place up in the hills
A long hard life of city livin' and he knew he had his
A place for relaxation is all he'd really need.
A place where freedom ruled the land and a place to
plant a seed.
You know the time it passed by slowly in the hills
And music always filled the air from the birds forever
Now Billy he thought long and hard on the name of his
He made a sign out of ivy vine and he called it
All good people gather 'round, and they built
themselves a peaceful town.
If you're tired of the city thrills you can work up in
the old sawmill,
And follow in the footsteps of Ol' Bill, and come to
Billy, he is the head of town and he runs things his
You can join the local country club ' cause there ain't
no dues to pay.
No rules or regulations, live life as you please.
Just use a little common sense, don't abuse our land or
No one here goes hungry, 'cause everyone grows their
Barter, it's the way of life, you can trade for all you
No hassles or bad attitudes is the way we like things
And the fields grow green, it's the kind that seems to
keep us smilin' through the year.
All good people gather 'round, come on and join our
If you need a place where you can chill, just take a
swig straight from my still.
Follow in the footsteps of ol' Bill, and come to