| Green Rolling Hills |
| Kathy Mattea |
| Oh The green rolling hills of West Virginia |
| Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
| Though the times are sad and drear |
| And I cannot linger here |
| They'll keep me and never let me go |
| My daddy said don't ever be a miner |
| For a miner's grave is all you'll ever own |
| 'Cause the hard times everywhere |
| I can't find a dime to spare |
| These are the worst times I've ever known |
| The green rolling hills of West Virginia |
| Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
| Though the times are sad and drear |
| And I cannot linger here |
| They'll keep me and never let me go |
| So I'll move away into some crowded city |
| In some northern factory town you'll find me here |
| Though I'll leave the past behind |
| I'll never change my mind |
| These trouble times are more than I can bear |
| The green rolling hills of West Virginia |
| Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
| Though the times are sad and drear |
| And I cannot linger here |
| They'll keep me and never let me go |
| Solo(Guitar, Mandolin) |
| But someday I'll go back to west Virginia |
| To the green rolling hills I love so well |
| Yes someday I'll go home |
| And I know I'll right the wrong |
| These trouble times will follow me no more |
| The green rolling hills of West Virginia |
| Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know |
| Though the times are sad and drear |
| And I cannot linger here |
| They'll keep me and never let me go |
| Though the times are sad and drear |
| And I cannot linger here |
| They'll keep me and never let me go |