You think you’ll find some mountains in
Western Colorado
50 weeks of snowy peaks is here you’re gonna be
But babe the Rocky Mountains are gradually eroding
The hills of Coors are nothing more than
Blue Ridge wannabes
A turkey on its belly- a chicken on its back
Anyway you look at it you’ll find her on the map
She revels in the seasons, shakes hands with the North
Hugs the land of Dixie while dancing on the porch
You think that autumns in New England are the greatest of them all
but give me sweet Virginia for the fireworks of Fall
The prettiest October, in all the 50 states
Just drive up to the skyline- park the car and wait
So grow up Colorado, excuse me, Tennessee
If you don’t mind, North Caroline,
here’s where I want to be
When you’re talking home, you mean the Old Dominion
Just southeast of Heaven to the surf and the hills
She’s the best of 13 sisters and 37 more
Sweet sweet Virginia always keeps an open door
They're fiddling down in Galax, pickin up in Floyd
and in the land of Patsy Cline,
they're songs you can’t avoid
When you’re walkin’ after midnight, I’ll fall to pieces, too
I’m crazy back in baby’s arms with sweet dreams of you
They’re sailin down in Norfolk, skiing up in Bryce
climbin’ up the Devil’s Stairs against the Ranger’s advice
They’re harvesting in Loudoun to Shenandoah winds
and in the land near Washington, they’re rootin
for the skins (Fight for old D.C)
Chorus
Pack up your Impala- and make your move out West
Past the Blue Ridge Mountains
you’ll find you passed the best
and when your dreams have ended
where mountains are concerned
Me and Sweet Virginia will await for your return
Chorus
Mike Clem © 1999 J. Fish Music/ASCAP