() city I can see the () And () barroom And the lure of the gayness takes the () dream. CHORUS () Lord Forgive her she knows not the () way And () day High on a hilltop to-() pray. I can vision a rounder with a line so smooth And a promise of riches for you But you see not the danger, 'cause you're silly with booze And high on a hilltop I see the devil win you. CHORUS