Ol' Billy Jones got a place up in the hills

A long hard life of city livin' and he knew he had his fill.

A place for relaxation is all he'd really need.

A place where freedom ruled the land and a place to plant a seed.

You know the time it passed by slowly in the hills forever rollin'

And music always filled the air from the birds forever callin'.

Now Billy, he thought long and hard on the name of his hill.

He made a sign out of ivy vine and he called it Hookahville.

All good people gathered 'round, and they built themselves a peaceful town.

If you're tired of the city thrills you can work up in the old sawmill

And follow in the footsteps of ol' Bill, and come to Hookahville.

Billy, he's the head of town and he runs things his own way.

You can join the local country club ' cause there ain't no dues to pay.

No rules or regulations, live life as you please.

Just use a little common sense, don't abuse our land or our trees.

No one here goes hungry, 'cause everyone grows their feed.

Barter, it's the way of life, you can trade for all you need.

No hassles or bad attitudes is the way we like things here.

And the fields grow green, it's the kind that seems to keep us smilin' through the year.

All good people gather 'round, come on and join our peaceful town.

If you need a place where you can chill, just take a swig straight from my still.

Follow in the footsteps of ol' Bill, and come to Hookahville.