I don't know why I left so free
What I wanted to do, what I wanted to see
But I can sure remember where I come from

West Virginia, My Home/Hazel Dickens


For many long years I've rambled this country
With never a thought of when I'd return
But now I go home and find no one waiting
The price I have paid to live and to learn

Son, don't go astray, is what they both told me
Remember that love for God can be found
But now they're both gone, this letter just told me
For years they've been dead. The fields have turned brown.

Carter Stanley