Green Rolling Hills - Kathy Mattea

The green rolling hills of West Virginia

Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know

Though the times are sad and dear and I cannot linger here

They’ll keep me and never let me go

My daddy said don’t ever be a miner

For a miners grave is all you’ll ever own

Cause the hard times everywhere I can’t find a dime to spare

These are the worst times I’ve ever known

So Ill move away into some crowded city

In some northern factory town you’ll find me here

Though Ill leave the past behind, Ill never change my mind

These trouble times are more than I can bear

But someday Ill go back to West Virginia

To the green rolling hills I love so well

Yes someday Ill go home and I know Ill right the wrong

These trouble times will follow me no more