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Oh, the green rolling hills of West Virginia |
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Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
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Though the times are sad and drear |
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And I cannot linger here, they'll keep me |
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And never let me go |
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My daddy said "don't ever be a miner", |
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For a mines grave is all |
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I'll ever own |
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There's hard times everywhere |
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I can't find a dime to spare |
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These are the worst times I've ever known |
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But the green rolling hills of West Virginia |
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Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
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Though the times are sad and drear |
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And I cannot linger here, they'll keep me |
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And never let me go |
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So I'll move away into some crowded city. |
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In some northern factory town you'll find me there |
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Though I'll leave the past behind |
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I'll never change my mind |
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These troubled times are more than I can bear |
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But, the green rolling hills of West Virginia |
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Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
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Though the times are sad and drear |
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And I cannot linger here, they'll keep me |
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And never let me go |
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(Instrumental) |
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Someday, I'll go back to West Virginia |
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To those green, rolling hills I love so well |
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Oh, someday I'll go home and I know I'll right the wrong |
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These hard times will follow me no more |
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Oh, the green rolling hills of West Virginia |
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Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
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Though the times are sad and drear |
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And I cannot linger here, they'll keep me |
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And never let me go |
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Though the times are sad and drear |
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And I cannot linger here, they'll keep me |
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And never let me go |
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