| Lyrics: | Intro: D
D G D G
From the flat plains of Ohio we
drifted out one day,
D G A
for the
southern part of the journey
G D G D
Underneath the
bridge, the Ohio River sang
G A D
As we headed for
the Hills of West Virginia
And the red sun of the morning was smiling through the
trees,
As the darkness of the night was quickly fading,
And the fog hugged the road like a
cloudy, cloudy sea,
As we drove though the hills of West Virginia.
We smoked the
tobacco and drank of the wine,
And we spoke of the forest we were passing.
And the road
would wind and wind and wind,
When we drove through the hills of West Virginia.
Among
all the wealth of the beauty that we passed,
There was many old shacks a-growing older,
And
we saw the broken bottles laying on the grass.
When we drove though the hills of West
Virginia.
The Virginia people watched as we went riding by,
Oh, proud as a boulder they
were standing.
And we wondered at each other with a meeting of the eye,
When we drove
thought the hills of West Virginia.
And once in a while we would stop by the road
and
gaze at the womb of the valley,
almost wishing for a path down below,
Where we stopped in
the hills of West Virginia.
Up and down and all around we took our restless ride,
And
the rocks they were staring cold and jagged.
Where explosions of the powder had torn away the
side,
Where we drove through the hills of West Virginia.
And the orange sun was falling
on the southern border line,
As the shadows of the night were now returning. |
