Ill Will Creek

When the sun goes down and the holler turns to black See the water boil, hear the mountain's laugh There's a place where earth and the underworld do meet Find whatever you seek at the head of Ill Will Creek The hills have eyes and the trees have listening ears The willows hang low, like a curtain, hide your fear Smoother than glass, so clear you can see the bones You keep your body and he keeps your soul Don't go floatin' down old Ill Will, the price you pay is the soul you spill You won't leave till' you make a deal. Son, don't you know, there's a devil in these hills Many a young man lost beneath this ridge But, the Siren's song is one no man can resist You can fight and claw to keep your earthly ways A struggle in vain, you'll drown all the same Don't go floatin' down old Ill Will, the price you pay is the soul you spill No one leaves till' they make make a deal. Son, don't you know, there's a devil in these hills Well, you know what they say about legends and verse You can't put much stock in mortal men's words Don't go floatin' down old Ill Will, the price you pay is the soul you spill You won't leave till' you make a deal. Son, don't you know, there's a devil in these hills