| 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
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| They’ll keep me and never let me go My daddy said don’t ever be a miner
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| For a miner’s grave is all you’ll ever own
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| 'Cause the 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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| So I’ll move away into some crowded city
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| In some northern factory town you’ll find me here
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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 trouble times are more than I can bear
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| But someday I’ll go back to west Virginia
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| To the green rolling hills I love so well
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| Yes someday I’ll go home
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| And I know I’ll right the wrong
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| These trouble times will follow me no more
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| Yes someday I’ll go home
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| And I know I’ll right the wrong
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| These trouble times will follow me no more |