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
