Love comes unbidden. Can't be forbidden. It takes you and shakes you. Right down to your shoes. . It knows heartache and trial. But accepts no denial.
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine. And Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer. They'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime.
We were buddies once upon a time. And then you took off on your social climb. But fortune only brought you misery. And now you're cryin' out for sympathy.
(Nanci Griffith). I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain. Well those Delta towns wear satin gowns. In a high beamed frame. Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio.
A little bit south of West Virginia. The miles go by and the engine roars. I've come so far tryin' to forget you. So far from that slammin' door. . Day dawned bright in the Shenandoah.
The key's in the mailbox the U-Haul is loaded. This is the last time we'll call this place home. The cats in a cage to leave at your mother's. I'll be halfway to Ashville when you wake up alone.
(Kathy Mattea). Well, I'm leaving West Virginia in the morning. And I'm headin' out that California way. I don't know what I'll find but baby it's my time.
Well the night is as thick as silence. You can't cut it with a knife. A man lies in the hospital. Draining out his life. The trucks are on the back road.
I can't believe she had the nerve. To show her face again. I can't believe she got to you. And now you're givin' in. . Remember how she walked away. For reasons she could not explain?.
(Jim Lauderdale). People tell you what I need. Is a lesson in defeat. Got you bothered, got you down. Not so sure you want me 'round. Baby, I'm on your side.
If this life should lead you down a lonely road. And you need someone at your side. I'd like to be the one to share your load. The loving arms where you can come and hide.
I have always been on the outside. Looking inside 'til I found you. Never knowin' where my life would lead. What I could believe 'til you broke through.
I got a few words. For all you women out there. If you've ever been in love. Or if you're ever gonna be. . There's nothing much sweeter. Than laying in the arms of your mortal man.
(Claire Lynch/Mark Fair). Tomorrow brings another town. We'll be on our way. We'll hit the road and have a song. Then there'll be nothing to say. For hours on end.
By the way you watch the sunset, I can tell. Soon you'll saddle up that ol' strawberry roan. Bid goodbye to the goodnight lovin' trail. And set off to blaze a new trail of your own.
I'm from West 'by God' Virginia. And the high Kentucky hills. I'm dirty but I'm honest. I pay a poor man's bills. I'm prosperity and poverty. I'm a scoundrel and a saint.
There was a motorcycle mama and her man. With a wind-burnt tan and a Harley. Roarin' through Bakersfield when her water broke. They pulled into a hospital and for a little joke.
I am lyin', I am tryin'. I want so much to believe. I am flyin', and that high and fast is where. I'm supposed to be. . But if I'm honest. If I'm forced to tell it straight.
[Chorus]. Oh the green rolling hills of West Virginia. Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know. Tho' the times are sad and dreary. I cannot linger here.
I've seen you calm the waters raging in the rivers of my mind. Your spirit blows a breeze into my soul. And I've felt the fire that warms the heart. Knowing that it comes from you.