Lyrics
Verse 1 (8 lines) Sun’s rising red on the Pine Creek bend, Road kicks up dust like an old-time friend. Banjo rings sharp as a blackbird’s cry, Fiddle chasin’ echoes through the open sky. Boots on the gravel in a quick-step run, Heartbeat racing with the morning sun. Wind in my hat and my troubles unwound— I’m leaving at dawn, I’m Pine Creek bound. Chorus Pine Creek bound, let the wheels turn fast, Leave my worries in the valley past. Mandolin chopping like a driving train— I’m heading for the hills where my soul feels plain. Verse 2 (8 lines) Creek water flashing in a silver line, Cold as the truth and twice as fine. Bass walks steady like a horse in stride, Keeping all the rhythm where the ridges hide. Whip-poor-will calling where the tall pines sway, Singing out the stories of a long-gone day. No road too rough, no hill too proud— My heart beats strong when I’m Pine Creek bound. Bridge If the storms roll in and the night grows long, Those hills still carry my traveling song. Final Chorus Pine Creek bound, let the wheels turn fast, Leave my worries in the valley past. Mandolin chopping like a driving train— I’m heading for the hills where my soul feels plain.
