| West Virginia, oh my home
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| West Virginia’s where I belong
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| In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
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| I slip away, like a bird in flight
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| Back to those hills, the place that I call home
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| It’s been years now, since I left there
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| And this city life’s about got the best of me
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| I can’t remember why I left so free
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| What I wanted to do, what I wanted to see
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| But I can sure remember where I come from
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| West Virginia, oh my home
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| West Virginia’s where I belong
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| In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
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| I slip away, like a bird in flight
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| Back to those hills, the place that I call home
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| Well I paid the price for the leaving
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| And this life I have is not one I thought I’d find
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| Just let me live, love, let me cry
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| But when I go, just let me die
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| Among the friends who’ll remember when I’m gone
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| West Virginia, oh my home
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| West Virginia’s where I belong
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| In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
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| I slip away, like a bird in flight
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| Back to those hills, the place where I call home
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| Home, home, home
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| Oh I can see it so clear in my mind
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| Home, home, home
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| I can almost smell the honeysuckle vines
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| In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
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| I slip away, like a bird in flight
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| Back to those hills, the place that I call home
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| In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
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| I slip away, like a bird in flight
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| Back to those hills, the place that I call home |