Over The Hill

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Feb 1973

I'm going away to leave you,
Going to leave you in disgrace.
Nothing in my favour,
Got the wind in my face.
I'm going home;
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
Over the hill;
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

Can't get enough of sweet cocain,
Get enough of Mary Jane.
Going back to where I came from,
Going to roll 'em back home again,
Over the hill,
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
Over the hill;
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

I've been worried about my babies,
Been worried about my wife.
There's just one place for a man to be
When he's worried about his life.
I'm going home,
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
Over the hill;
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

Well I'm going away to leave you,
Going to leave you in disgrace.
I got nothing in my favour;
The rain in my face.
I'm going home,
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
Over the hill;
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

Over the hill,
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.
Over the hill;
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill.

muffnote:
'Over the Hill' is a Hastings song. The last train from London down to Hastings arrives at the break of dawn, and from its windows Martyn was able to see his own house just over the East Hill.

In 1975, John revealed to Guitar Player magazine that he did not use a guitar pick on this track: in fact, it was recorded using pieces of cardboard.

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