I went a long way to find the lost hill I walked the whole way after Knoxville I paid a thin man who held a nice sign I paid a cash toll to cross the state line How many miles to the capitol How far must I go How many miles to the capitol How far must I go You should see the mountains You should see the skies I'm wild in America Wild in my eyes I went a long way to catch the sunset I read some old news I'll never forget I dug a hole in the dead highway sand Hoping to get free from the tax free land "After crossing a modest creek, over which lay planks, I entered a group of backyards and driveways Where plenty of men drifted about their interests. Some men had whiskers - some had whisky. Some stood still holding pictures of the things they bought. From beneath a crooked porch, an uninhibited Dog ran to my side. The dog stayed with me for a spell, Yipping and panting, then fell back not wanting To wander too far from his bowl. I beckoned him To come with me further, as it is nice to travel With a friend, but the dog could not come and I had to keep moving, 'less I be tied by his liable agreement."