(written by Cindy Walker)

he hill country, the hill country of Texas.
The hill country, the country that I love.
Where wild wings fly above the peaceful valleys,
and the Pedernales
flows lazily beneath the Texas skies.

The hill country, the hill country of Texas.
It knew my folks, my family, and my friends.
The boy who rode his pony in the sunlight,
the man who prayed at midnight.