Daddy came home drunk and mean
One too many times
I became his punching bag and
Lie about black eyes
He'd light up a cigarette and
Pop another pill
I can still see the smoke on the hill
Momma tried to fight him off with all her ninety pounds
When you've been beat down all your life
It's hard to stand your ground
I grabbed a stick of stove wood
For a fire I did not build
I can still see the smoke on the hill
Some nights I wake up from a dream
I was laying in sheets soaked in kerosine
When the neighbors came to help
Momma blamed it on the whiskey still
I can still see the smoke on the hill
Momma married a widowed man and moved to Collinwood
I never go back there
Where the old house stood
People still ask questions
And I guess they always will
I can still see the smoke on the hill