I've been pickin' on the same back porch since
I was just a boy with a dream
My daddy had a cow, bitty horse
Down in the field, runnin' back and things
Preacher talk about heaven son, it sure sounds nice
At least I can tell them that I had me a slice
Nobody's singin' songs 'bout Virginia
But sweet Virginia's always a-singin' to me
Down some old back roads
Where the green grass grows
On down in the hills
Where the folks on horseback rode
Lordy, I'll tell the youngins
When I grow old
What they all told me
Lord, they don't never sing songs 'bout Virginia
But Virginia, she's always a-singin' to me
I've got a lighter, I've got a bowl
I know a spot where the law don't go
Now we can smoke somethin'
My daddy never grow back in his day
Down some old back roads
Where the green grass grows
On down in the hills
Where the folks on horseback rode
Lordy, I'll tell the youngins
When I grow old
What they all told me
Son, they don't never sing songs 'bout Virginia
But Virginia, she's always a-singin' to me