West Virginia

I'm driving through West Virginia
With some hillbilly skank
And I know I just got
My own self to thank
She's painting a picture
I'm drawing a blank
Hello West Virginia

It ain't her fault that
She grew up so poor
Raised up by survivors
Of the parking lot wars
We consummated our love
On the cold bathroom floor
Of the Stuckey's on Route 94

But the highway is no place for love, my dear
When I pull you close
You're still miles from here
And it's cold comfort in cold Texas Toast
Girl you look like you just seen a ghost

And Jesus don't give out no free truck stop meals
Grasping at razors
For something to feel
Tall tales, guard rails, unbroken lines
Winning of hearts and minds

In a culvert, in a clearing
As the wind starts to blow
Her eyes fill with rain
By the side of the road
And the sign says Ohio
Just 10 miles to go
Goodbye West Virginia



Credits
Writer(s): J.d. Avera
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