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

Well, 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