Ride On By

Ride on by, right through the mountains

Through those hills where I was born

Cut that road

Right through the mountains

Ride on by where I come from

Heading in to West Virginia

Crossing o'er that Dixon line

Right on by through West Virginia

Hit the bluegrass state, five hours time

Ride on by right through the mountains

Through those hills where I was born

Cut that road right through the mountains

Ride on by where I come from

As a little girl, dad took me fishing

On that spot where the trucks run now

Eighteen wheels ride on that mountain

That Kentucky line is coming down

Ride on by, right through the mountains

Through those hills where I was born

Cut that road, right through the mountains

Ride on by where I come from

I tracked a buck in Barnes's holle

Shot him dead with an ninety-four

Drug that buck up out of that holler

But Barnes's holler ain't there no more

Ride on by, right through the mountains

Through those hills where I was born

Cut that road right through the mountains

Ride on by, where I come from

Ride on by, where I come from

Ride on by, where I come from