Old Kanawha

Well, there's a place in the valley, down that old Midland Trail

Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hill

And at the devil's tea table, you can climb to the top

And you can see the emerald waters, of the old Kanawha

Well, there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough

The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough

But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free

And she's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me

And you can float down to the islands, there's a rope swing for free

Hanging worn, torn, and faded from a big poplar tree

And you can watch the barges carry those dusty, black rocks

Yeah, they power half the country down the Old Kanawha

Well, there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough

The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough

There's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free

And she's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she's home to me

Yeah, she'll hold you on her back for the Fourth of July

She's got the best seats in the house to watch the fire in the sky

And she's been rollin' since Creation, she don't know how to stop

And she's the lifeblood of the people, she's the Old Kanawha

Well, there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough

The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough

But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free

She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me

Yeah, she's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me