God bless West Virginia
and all the hillbillies hooked on pills
There's a new generation
running wild through the hollers and the hills
Folks done gone crazy
cooking methamphetamines
that they started cooking for the happy
now it's money for the finer things
(Chorus)
Almost heaven
Well it's West Virginia
Lord but the devil
Lord the devil's done moved on in
Hells done broke loose
all through them mountains
Times they changing
They ain't never coming back again
Well I grew up hearing stories
of Jefferson and Route 16
Where that old boy
he went crazy
and then they found all them bodies
Here's Rodney (Greta?)
and the legendary Rebels Inn
That he paid for with the money
he saved in his shoe locked down in the pen
(Chorus x2)
Almost heaven
Well it's West Virginia
Lord but the devil
Lord the devil's done moved on in
Hells done broke loose
all through them mountains
Times they changing
They ain't never coming back again
Lyrics Submitted by E. Roark
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