E In my mind I see a picture and my thoughts begin to roam A to the rollin hills and valleys that surround my childhood home F#m B7 E I can almost smell the flowers growing wild along the track down to the stream. I hear grandpa telling stories sitting on the front porch swing A scattered all around are pages of the songs that I would sing F#m B7 and there I am cross legged with a dream Chorus: A I'd sing coat of many colours, I knew every word by heart G#m and I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar F#m A B7 E make believe the city hills rolled into the smokey mountains tennessee. A I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age G#m and the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage F#m B7 E and the dreams of little children echoe still, on Blackwood hill. I recall the day I packed my bags and waved Blackwood goodbye rowlden hills were in my rear view mirror, stars were in my eyes and I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage. sometimes the road I lived on leads me back to my old world on the front porch of my childhood home sits a little girl her innocence helps me turn back the page, when Chorus Bridge: A G#m F#m E Every day was full of music, family and best friends. A G#m F#m B7 troubles of the world erased, by games of lets pretend. Chorus F#m B7 E The little girl inside of me is dreaming still, on blackwood hill.