West Virginia - 9811

She comes from a land called West Virginia

She comes from a foreign land

A bottle of pop and a wooden block can fill a day

Gaze, stalk, and stare, like a jealous mare

I know she’s coming home from West Virginia

She comes from a land called West Virginia

She comes from a father’s girl named Georgia

She’s got rhythm and she’s got blues beyond Chet Atkins

But no one cares that no one cares

But I know she’s coming home from West Virginia

She gives it all.

It never ends

Will it ever come back again?

She gives it all.

Will it come back again to her?

She’s coming home from West Virigina