Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees,
West Virginia, mountain mamma,
All my memories gather round her,
miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
West Virginia, mountain mamma,
I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me,
the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
West Virginia, mountain mamma,