I’ve been pickin’ on the same back porch since
I was just a boy with a dream
My daddy had a calf baby horse
Way down in the field, running baccer and beans
Preacher talk about heaven son, it sure sounds nice
At least I can tell them that I had a slice
Nobody about Virginia
Virginia’s a me
back roads
the grows
down in the hills
the folks on rode
I’ll tell the youngins I grow old
all me
Lord, don’t about Virginia
she’s a me
I’ve a I’ve a bowl
I a where the law don’t go
can something
My daddy grow back in day
back roads
the grows
down in the hills
the folks on rode
I’ll tell the youngins I grow old
all me
Son, don’t about Virginia
Virginia’s, she’s a me
I’ve been pickin’ on the same back porch since
I was just a boy with a dream
My daddy had a calf baby horse
Way down in the field, running baccer and beans
Preacher talk about heaven son, it sure sounds nice
At least I can tell them that I had a slice
Nobody about Virginia
Virginia’s a me
back roads
the grows
down in the hills
the folks on rode
I’ll tell the youngins I grow old
all me
Lord, don’t about Virginia
she’s a me
I’ve a I’ve a bowl
I a where the law don’t go
can something
My daddy grow back in day
back roads
the grows
down in the hills
the folks on rode
I’ll tell the youngins I grow old
all me
Son, don’t about Virginia
Virginia’s, she’s a me
