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