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Early in the morning when the sun chill blows |
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the trees whisper what a beautiful show |
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I look out over this mountain land |
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I hear the echos of the battle at hand |
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I sip my coffee and I wonder why |
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People stand the test of time |
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I'll be coming round the mountain when there's fire on the hill |
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Dressed in fighting armor with no weapon but my will |
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I'm gonna be somebody like an eagle I will soar |
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Thank God for West Virginia, thank God I'm a southern boy |
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Early in the morning when I shake my head |
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I can see grandpa there in that field of his |
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he made this living so I could see |
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that this land was meant for you and me |
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I'll be coming round the mountain when there's fire on the hill |
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Dressed in fighting armor with no weapon but my will |
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I'm gonna be somebody like an eagle I will soar |
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Thank God for West Virginia, thank God I'm a southern boy |
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I have seen the sky turn red to blue |
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I believe my daddy's coming and yours is too |
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We'll be coming round the mountain when there's fire on the hill |
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Dressed in fighting armor with no weapon but our will |
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We're gonna be somebody that's what we're fighting for |
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Thank God for West Virginia, thank God I'm a southern boy |
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Thank God for all he's given, thank God I'm a southern boy |
