In these hills is every color,
every one but one or two.
If I knew how to paint pictures,
just think of what I could do.

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I wish I was a painter,
and could mix red, green and blue.
Oh, I wish I was a painter--
I'd paint a picture for you.

Blue sky is such a companion,
if you had some to hang on your wall,
then could you ever be sorry,
when night came nightly at all?

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And the seasons turning colors,
if I could paint Summer for you,
then in the deep of the Winter,
you could have some Summer too.

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Here in the hills of the Ozarks,
I've seen almost every hue.
And I just wish I could catch them,
I'd turn your wall into a view.

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