| From the hills of Virginia
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| To the halls of Tennessee
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| I’ve been latching in my soul
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| With my roots they all run deep
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| From the cold mines to the moonshine
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| All the way down to Cherokee
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| That smoke that burns makes my spirit turn
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| And the way things ought to be
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| And we keep on rolling
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| We keep rocking, yeah
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| Well it’s alright, ok to be wrong
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| Y’all come along, get your hillbilly on
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| Let’s get something brewing just me and you
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| Out to the watered hall
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| mocking around
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| Let’s do some fishing and some big time wishing
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| Maybe drink a little sip
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| Let’s get high and swing through the air
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| And maybe a skinny dip
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| And we keep on rolling
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| We keep rocking, yeah
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| Well it’s alright, ok to be wrong
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| Y’all come along, get your hillbilly on
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| We saddle up baby
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| Let’s ride all night beneath the stars above
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| Heaven awaits, don’t hesitate
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| It’s a hell of a night for love
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| And we get to rocking
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| We keep rolling, yeah
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| Well it’s alright, ok to be wrong
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| Y’all come along, get your hillbilly on |