Daniel Johnston - Wild West Virginia Lyrics

I'm going back to the place that I used to call home
I'm goin' back to the place where the antelope never roam
Wild West Virginia, home of the naive
This boy'd be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills
Rollin' hills
No I don't like John Denver but I always will remember those rollin' hills
I gotta backwoods woman
Under(?) boots momma
Farmer in the dell
Crooked politicians, crater bum roads
But oh I love it so
With those rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
Get to sittin' by the Ohio river in the cold winter
When a snowflake falls on your face you feel just like an iceberg
But I wouldn't trade it for the sticky hot weather in Texas
I'm gonna make a nexus to them rollin' hills
Wild West Virgina, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
I get this Wheelin' feelin', singin' like Slim Whitman
Oh how I wanna go home
Away from them big city slickers, skinny intellectuals, and them tall buildings
Back to wild West Virginia, home of the naive
This boy'd be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
God is an artist
And he painted a pretty picture
And he called it West Virginia with those rollin' hills
Rollin' hills, wild West Virginia

I'm going back to the place that I used to call home
I'm goin' back to the place where the antelope never roam
Wild West Virginia, home of the naive
This boy'd be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills
Rollin' hills
No I don't like John Denver but I always will remember those rollin' hills
I gotta backwoods woman
Under(?) boots momma
Farmer in the dell
Crooked politicians, crater bum roads
But oh I love it so
With those rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
Get to sittin' by the Ohio river in the cold winter
When a snowflake falls on your face you feel just like an iceberg
But I wouldn't trade it for the sticky hot weather in Texas
I'm gonna make a nexus to them rollin' hills
Wild West Virgina, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
I get this Wheelin' feelin', singin' like Slim Whitman
Oh how I wanna go home
Away from them big city slickers, skinny intellectuals, and them tall buildings
Back to wild West Virginia, home of the naive
This boy'd be mighty pleased to see them rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
God is an artist
And he painted a pretty picture
And he called it West Virginia with those rollin' hills
Rollin' hills, wild West Virginia