Old Kanawha

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, if you can climb to the top 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 She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me You can float down to the islands, there's a rope swing for free Hanging worn and 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 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'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 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