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The hills are like the hands Of a bare knuckled boxed after a hell of a fight And i can understand how they'd make you read the bible Out in the cold cold covered night And I'm singing along to the hallelujah songs It keeps me awake as I drive on and on East Kentucky hallelujah radio I get a cup of coffee from the truck stop diner, Bitter, black and burning my tongue. And I'm joining in again with the hound-dog choir, Howling with the best of my lungs My head is a box, it's got nothin' in it I sing about salvation and Believe it for a minute East Kentucky hallelujah radio East Kentucky hallelujah radio These hills are like the head Of a bare knuckle boxer of long after the end of his career These jagged little towns and the people that live in them Lord, what ever made them end up here? And this music they play is keeping them safe i can't believe how good it is It almost makes me want to stay East Kentucky hallelujah radio East Kentucky hallelujah radio From Letras Mania