The Virginia people watched as we went riding by
And the red sun of the morning was smiling through the trees
We smoked the tobacco and drank of the wine
And once in a while we would stop by the road
Oh, proud as a boulder they were standing
Where we drove through the hills of West Virginia
And we saw the broken bottles laying on the grass
As the darkness of the night was quickly fading
Underneath the bridge, the Ohio River sang
Among all the wealth of the beauty that we passed
Up and down and all around we took our restless ride
Where we stopped in the hills of West Virginia
When we drove though the hills of West Virginia
When we drove through the hills of West Virginia
And the rocks, they were staring cold and jagged
When we drove though the hills of West Virginia
And we wondered at each other with a meeting of the eye
And gaze at the womb of the valley
There was many old shacks a-growing older
And we knew the mountains followed us and watched us from behind
Where explosions of the powder had torn away the side
As the shadows of the night were now returning
And the road would wind and wind and wind
Almost wishing for a path down below
When we drove thought the hills of West Virginia
And we spoke of the forest we were passing
As we headed for the hills of West Virginia
And the orange sun was falling on the southern border line
When we drove from the hills of West Virginia
And the fog hugged the road like a cloudy, cloudy sea
