Six kids in tow, one on the way

We built a house in the holler in '48

Ten cents and hour if it's gonna be tough

From the far ridge over to the river white

We lived and loved on that old hillside

Life was hard, but we rose above

On Pace's Bluff

The hillside rang with the sound of children, the holler smelled like the Sunday snow

A whole lot of work and a whole lot of living, never had time for growing old

A papermill wage helped pay the bill

A-turnin' land was grandpa's thrill

My grandma would say when enough was enough

The youngest left in '69

Now grandkids play among the pine

And so goes the years I'm most fond of

On Pace's Bluff

The hillside rang with the sound of children, the holler smelled like the Sunday snow

A whole lot of work and a whole lot of living, never had time for growing old

Now the hillside stands alone

Except for two old weathered stones

Where the family lived and laughed and loved

The hillside rang with the sound of children, the holler smelled like the Sunday snow

A whole lot of work and a whole lot of living, never had time for growing old