Greg Brown
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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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