I´ve been pickin´ on the same backboard since I was just a boy with a dream My daddy had a calf baby horse By down in the field, running backer and things Preacher talk about heaven son, it sure sounds nice
At least I can tell them that I had me a slice Nobody singing songs about Virginia But sweet Virginia´s always a singing to me
Down some old backer 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 about Virginia But sweet Virginia´s always a singing 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 something My daddy never grow back in his day
Down some old backer 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 about Virginia But sweet Virginia´s she´s a always singing to me