Lyrics by Greg Kull

I went a long way to find the lost hill
I walked the whole way after Knoxville
I paid a thin man who held a nice sign
I paid a cash toll to cross the state line

How many miles to the capitol
How far must I go
How many miles to the capitol
How far must I...

You should see the mountains
You should see the skies
I'm wild in America
Wild in my eyes

I went a long way to catch the sunset
I read some old news I'll never forget
I dug a hole in the dead highway sand
Hoping to get free from the tax free land

"After crossing a modest creek, over which lay planks, I entered a group of backyards and driveways where plenty of men drifted about their interests. Some men had whiskers - some had whisky. Some stood still holding pictures of the things they bought. From beneath a crooked porch, an uninhibited dog ran to my side. The dog stayed with me for a spell, yipping and panting, then fell back not wanting to wander too far from his bowl. I beckoned him to come with me further, as it is nice to travel with a friend, but the dog could not come and I had to keep moving, 'less I be tied by his liable agreement."