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I'm going back to the place that I used to call home I'm goin' back to the place where the antelope never roam Wild West Virginia, home of the naive This boy'd be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills Rollin' hills No I don't like John Denver but I always will remember those rollin' hills I gotta backwoods woman Under(?) boots momma Farmer in the dell Crooked politicians, crater bum roads But oh I love it so With those rollin' hills Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills Wild West Virginia Get to sittin' by the Ohio river in the cold winter When a snowflake falls on your face you feel just like an iceberg But I wouldn't trade it for the sticky hot weather in Texas I'm gonna make a nexus to them rollin' hills Wild West Virgina, rollin' hills Wild West Virginia I get this Wheelin' feelin', singin' like Slim Whitman Oh how I wanna go home Away from them big city slickers, skinny intellectuals, and them tall buildings Back to wild West Virginia, home of the naive This boy'd be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills God is an artist And he painted a pretty picture And he called it West Virginia with those rollin' hills Rollin' hills, wild West Virginia From Letras Mania