There's a place in the valley, down that old Midland Trail
Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hills
At the devil's tea table, if you can climb to the top
You can see the emerald waters, of the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
You can float down to the islands, there's a rope swing for free
Hanging torn and worn and faded, from a big poplar tree
You can watch the barges carry, those dusty black rocks
Yeah, the power half the country, down the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
She'll hold you on her back, for the 4th of July
Got the best seats in the house, to watch the fire in the sky
She's been rollin since Creation, she don't know how to stop
She's the lifeblood of the people, she's the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
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There's a place in the valley, down that old Midland Trail
Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hills
At the devil's tea table, if you can climb to the top
You can see the emerald waters, of the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
You can float down to the islands, there's a rope swing for free
Hanging torn and worn and faded, from a big poplar tree
You can watch the barges carry, those dusty black rocks
Yeah, the power half the country, down the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
She'll hold you on her back, for the 4th of July
Got the best seats in the house, to watch the fire in the sky
She's been rollin since Creation, she don't know how to stop
She's the lifeblood of the people, she's the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hills
At the devil's tea table, if you can climb to the top
You can see the emerald waters, of the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
You can float down to the islands, there's a rope swing for free
Hanging torn and worn and faded, from a big poplar tree
You can watch the barges carry, those dusty black rocks
Yeah, the power half the country, down the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
She'll hold you on her back, for the 4th of July
Got the best seats in the house, to watch the fire in the sky
She's been rollin since Creation, she don't know how to stop
She's the lifeblood of the people, she's the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Writer: Philip Bowen
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