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