Should have written this one years ago

Smell the gunpowder in the air,
wish you could see the moon play with your hair
We're here with everyone we know
Crowded around a lonely Tennessee road,
all gathered together on a 4th of July
to watch rockets ripple through the sky
Who was I? Just a lonely kid
who spoke his dreams and hid
from anyone who could care, and that night
I sat on the hill, away from the fire light,
scared of crowds, and watching the sky--
I saw you--I caught your eye
I caught you walking from your home
by yourself--you were rarely alone--
Beauty doesn't get friends, parades
is more style, but there you stayed
and I asked if you wanted to stay
and I waited, hoping you'd say:

Let's run through the hollers,
take shelter in the trees,
make a home in the hills,
let's live free;

Run through the hollers
and the hills,
let's live free
in the trees of Tennessee.