Who Sang West Virginia, My Home? Kathy Mattea

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Genre: Folk, World, & Country
Style: Country/Bluegrass/Folk
length: 4:26
composer: Hazel Dickens
lyricist: Hazel Dickens
West Virginia, oh, my home,
West Virginias where I belong,
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
Its been years now since I left it,
But I can sure remember where I came from.
West Virginia, oh, my home,
West Virginias where I belong,
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
Well, I paid the price for the leaving,
And this life I have is not the one I thought Id find.
But when I go, just let me die
Among the friends wholl remember when Im gone.
West Virginia, oh, my home,
West Virginias where I belong,
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
Home, home, home,
Oh, I can see its all here in my mind.
I can almost smell the honey suckle veins.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
West Virginias where I belong,
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
Its been years now since I left it,
But I can sure remember where I came from.
West Virginia, oh, my home,
West Virginias where I belong,
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
Well, I paid the price for the leaving,
And this life I have is not the one I thought Id find.
But when I go, just let me die
Among the friends wholl remember when Im gone.
West Virginia, oh, my home,
West Virginias where I belong,
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
Home, home, home,
Oh, I can see its all here in my mind.
I can almost smell the honey suckle veins.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
I slip away like a bird in flight,
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.