You think you'll find some mountains in Western Colorado
Fifty weeks of snowy peaks is where 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 it's belly, a chicken on it's 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 fifty 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 thirteen sisters and thirty seven more
Sweet sweet Virginia always keeps an open door
They're fiddlin' in Galax, pickin' up in Floyd
And in the land of Patsy Cline they're songs you can't avoid
When you're walking after midnight, I'll fall to pieces, too
I'm crazy back in baby's arms with sweet dreams of you
They're sailing down in Norfolk, skiing up in Bryce
Climbing 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 rooting for the 'Skins
Fight for old D.C.
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
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 thirteen sisters and thirty seven more
Sweet sweet Virginia always keeps an open door
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