|
Way down in West Virginia, |
|
There are some people who are one of a kind. |
|
They don't need nothin' from nobody, |
|
'Cause they're already doin' fine. |
|
You got Hasil Adkins punchin', |
|
An' Mamie's raisin' hell. |
|
The legend of D Ray White, |
|
Will never die like a rebel yell. |
|
An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes. |
|
Yeah, ol' Hasil's still punchin' out them boom-towny blues. |
|
(Boom-towny blues.) |
|
An' ol' Mamie, you know she's done some time in jail. |
|
The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell. |
|
-Instrumental break- |
|
Birdie May White, she's the strongest woman, |
|
That I've ever met in my life. |
|
She raised over twenty-four of her own, |
|
An' had to watch her husband dyin'. |
|
She's always fightin' hard, |
|
An' livin' off the land. |
|
When she's done livin' in this world, |
|
You know, the Lord's gonna take her by her hand. |
|
An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes. |
|
Yeah, ol' Hasil's still punchin' out them boom-towny blues. |
|
(Boom-towny blues.) |
|
An' ol' Mamie, you know she's still rain' hell. |
|
The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell. |
|
Yeah, the legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell. |
