Hills Of West Virginia (LP版) - Phil Ochs

From the flat plains of Ohio

We drifted out one day

For the southern part of a journey

Underneath the bridge

The Ohio River sang

As we headed for the hills of West Virginia

And the red sun of the morning

Was smiling through the trees

As the darkness of the

Night was quickly fading

And the fog hugged the

Road like a cloudy cloudy sea

When we drove though the hills of West Virginia

We smoked the tobacco and drank of the wine

And we spoke of the forest we were passing

And the road would wind and wind and wind

When we drove through the hills of West Virginia

Among all the wealth of the beauty that we passed

There was many old shacks a-growing older

And we saw the broken bottles laying on the grass

When we drove though the hills of West Virginia

The Virginia people watched as we went riding by

Oh proud as a boulder they were standing

And we wondered at each other

With a meeting of the eye

When we drove thought the hills of West Virginia

And once in a while we would stop by the road

And gaze at the womb of the valley

Almost wishing for a path down below

Where we stopped in the hills of West Virginia

Up and down and all around

We took our restless ride

And the rocks they were

Staring cold and jagged

Where explosions of the powder

Had torn away the side

Where we drove through the

Hills of West Virginia

And the orange sun was falling

On the southern border line

As the shadows of the night were now returning

And we knew the mountains followed

Us and watched us from behind

When we drove from the hills of West Virginia

When we drove from the hills of West Virginia