| I’m goin' back to the place that I used to call home
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| I’m goin' back to the place where the antelope never roam
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Home of the naive
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| This boy’d be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills, rollin' hills
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| No I don’t like John Denver
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| But I always will remember those rollin' hills
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| I got a backwoods woman, underprivileged mama, farmer in the dell
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| Crooked politicians, crater bomb roads
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| But oh I love it so
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| Those rollin' hills
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Rollin' hills
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Get to shiverin' by the Ohio River in the cold winter
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| When a snowflake falls on your face you feel just like an iceberg
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| But I wouldn’t trade it for this sticky hot weather in Texas
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| I’m gonna make an exodus to them rollin' hills
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Rollin' hills
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| Wild West Virginia
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| I get this wheelin' feelin'
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| Singin' like Slim Whitman «Oh how I wanna go home»
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| Away from them big city slickers
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| Skinny intellectuals and them tall buildin’s
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| Back to wild West Virginia
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| Home of the naive
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| This boy’d be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Rollin' hills
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| God is an artist
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| And He painted a pretty picture
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| And He called it West Virginia
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| With those rollin' hills, rollin' hills, rollin' hills
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Wild West Virginia
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| Wild West Virginia |