Virginia

I've been picking on the same back porch since I was just a boy with a dream Daddy had a calf baby horse Down in the field, running backer and beans Preacher talked 'bout Heaven, Lord, it sure sounds nice At least I can tell 'em that I had me a slice Nobody singin' songs 'bout Virginia But sweet Virginia's always singin' to me On them old backroads Where the green grass grows Way down in the hills Where the folks on horseback rode Lordy, I tell the youngins, if I grow old What the old told me They don't ever sings songs about Virginia But Virginia is always singin' to me I got a lighter and I've got a bowl I know a spot where the law don't go We can smoke somethin' That daddy never grow back in his day On an old, dirt road Where the green grass grows Way down in the hills Where the folks on horseback rode I tell the youngins when I grow old What the old told me They don't ever sings songs about Virginia But Virginia is always singin' to me