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