r preston maddox: Music/Lyrics

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The West Virginia hills
That’s the place I call home . . .
Doesn’t matter where I live,
Doesn’t matter where I’ve roamed . . .
Over this great land not a city or a town ,
Not a place to lay my head, not a place to settle down
Could be found . . .

Now my mind brings back a memory
Back porch rocking chair . . .
Hillsides turning red and gold again
Wood smoke in the hollow
As a coal train pulls the grade -
Lonesome whistle in the frosty morning air . . .

My grampaw died - rock dust in his lungs
Papa begged me not to go
Wanted better for his son than a miner’s life
But there was nothing else found,
So I earn my daily bread . . .
Digging coal out of the ground -
Can you hear that sound ?

In my mind I see a memory -
Back porch rocking chair . . .
Hillsides turn to red and gold again
Wood smoke in the hollow
As a coal train pulls the grade -
Feel that diesel rumble in that frosty air . . .

Guess I’ll end my days in the place I was young
Walk the forests and fields -
Watch the winter time come
To the laurels and pines,
To the mountains and streams,
Smell the snow in the air ! Hear the wind in the trees !
Heaven’s dream !

In my mind I see that memory -
Back porch rocking chair . . .
Hillsides turned red and gold again
Wood smoke in the hollow
As a coal train pulls the grade -
Mournful whistle in the frosty morning air . . .