Up on Edge Hill Songtext
von Chuck Mead

Well they fought the yelling rebels back
From the fort up on the hill
Fought them off with pick and axe
Brother what I′m telling you is real
They spilled a lot of blood up there
But in the end there we're standing up on Edge hill

They settled in and settled down
Stuck together and made a town up on that hill
Hard work pays the working man
And the good times roll when he can pay the bills
And they built houses made of limestone
Up on Edge hill


Up on edge hill
Up on edge hill
This life on earth won′t last
But your spirit will
Time rolls along
No it don't stand still
You can see for miles and miles
Up on Edge hill

There were doctors and lawyers and journeymen that
Hung their shingles out on that hill
On Saturday night they'd all be at Cotton′s
Dancin′ drinkin' and raisin′ hell
Then get up and go to church on Sunday morning
Up on Edge hill

The govt. fought and closed the stores
To build the interstate though that hill
Then torn some houses down
And close off some streets
But that just made it easier to steal
But their still sitting there on there front porches
Looking out at what's left of Edge hill