The label man emailed me back
He said "Good not great.
If you do it for free, it might be your big break."
If I had half a mind, I'd abandon all hope
And invest in a trade or three yards of rope
They're sending me back to West Virginia
They're sending me back to West Virginia
Where I was born
The slum lords raising my rent
Works cutting my hours
My savings all spent
I thought I came here to retire
I'm waiting for the big one to shake down these crains
On cop cars and condos
And the shadows of trains
That carry me back to West Virginia
They carry me back to West Virginia
Where I was born
Every song we wrote
No one will ever know
Every sour note
No one will ever know
And all of your bad jokes
No one will ever know
No one will ever know
This label man emailed me back
He said "Good not great.
If you do it for free, it might be your big break."
If I had half a mind, I'd abandon all hope
And invest in a trade or three yards of rope
They're sending me back to West Virginia
They're sending me back to West Virginia
Where I was born
Every song we wrote
No one will ever know
Every sour note
No one will ever know
And all of your bad jokes
No one will ever know
No one will ever know