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