West Virginia

Pack up this here old guitar

On my way

All the way

To West Virginia

Clothes up in a gunny sack

There’s miles to go

On this road

Before the morning

All this time I wasted on believin’

Every day was just another reason

To try to put an end to all this grieving

Now I’m gone, long gone

To West Virginia

There’s trouble comin’ down on me

In my mind

That old Devil’s kind

When you’re lonely

The frost is on the sycamores

I’m walkin’ on

I’m travelin’ on

This empty highway

All this time I wasted on believin’

Every day was just another reason

To try to put an end to all this grieving

Now I’m gone, long gone

To West Virginia

Remember when you said to me

“It hurts to see

How you’re never free

Of your sorrow”

“You’re a boat out in that current, boy

Turn around

Let it float you down

To tomorrow”

All this time I wasted on believin’

Every day was just another reason

To try to put an end to all this grieving

Now I’m gone, long gone

To West Virginia