Lyrics

Meet me high up on the hillside Bring a matchbook and your pocketknife And we'll stay here 'til the birds start talking english And we sing their songs Nothing could go wrong The prairie fires light up the dark The power lines give up a spark And the rattlesnakes Will rattle in time To the sound of my guitar Meet me high up on the hillside Bring a matchbook and your pocketknife And we'll stay here 'til the birds start talking English