Well I packed my bags and left New York
while you were fast asleep
I wrote "I love you" on a note
and drove off through crowded streets
then you woke up and screamed my name
but I was nowhere to be found
just the note that I left lying around
Then you dialed my number and cursed my name
but I did not pick up the phone
I was on a date with my own devil,
had to do it on my own
The whiskey and the cigarettes hadn't done it for me
no this was my last standing chance to be free
And while your mother's weep on the clouded streets
while I'm heading back to West Virginia
This was no betrayal
my soul was locked in jail
but now I found it
had to go back to my roots to heal it's wail
All the simple words they are now unheard
cause I'm right back here in West Virginia
I still think of her
though my memories are blurred
you're smiling
Now I'm on my own on my hollow bones
but I'm right where I belong: West Virginia
I still think of her
though my memories are blurred
you're smiling
though you're left all alone in the world
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