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Sugar Hill Snapshots: A Quick Sampling of Sugar Hill Bestsellers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lights on the Hill/West of Winton (Slim Dusty) · The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (Nick Cave) · The Cave of the Heart (John Michael Talbot) · Dream Cave (Cloud Control) · Cave Rave (Crystal Fighters) · In Blue Cave (Hoodoo Gurus) · Dream Cave Unplugged (Cloud Control) · Live in the 1950s from the Cave Club, Vancouver (The Mills Brothers) · In the Spanish Cave (Thin White Rope) – and 90 other albums »


sang

G a d
As we headed for the hills of west virginia

And the red sun of the morning was smiling through the trees,
As the darkness of the night
hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
Get to sittin' by the Ohio river in the cold winter
When a snowflake falls on your face you
gold in the air
It's falling like water, always coming down from those hills, no, no, no

Go West young man
Earn a dollar a day that's what your
that beckoned you
Are darkened by the years.
Go West Young Man
If you knew then what you know today
You'd be back where you started a happier man
fields that beckoned you
Are darkened by the years.

Go West Young Man
If you knew then what you know today
You'd be back where you started a happier
that beckoned you
Are darkened by the years.
Go West Young Man
If you knew then what you know today
You'd be back where you started a happier man
the hills went the slogan
To awaken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys,
Among the true hearts of the West.
Cho:
Killala was ours ere
the hills went the slogan
To awaken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys,
Among the true hearts of the West.
Cho:
Killala was ours ere
the hills went the slogan
To awaken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys,
Among the true hearts of the West.
Cho:
Killala was ours ere
and West of the Rio Grande

Well he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size took the teller by
The story of a spiritual awakening.
She spoke of her love returning in kind, 
She let me know that she'd be waiting.
And I should be on my way by now.
Life's like that, isn't it. 
Only the other day, I was walking in the West End, 
When suddenly I was set upon by hordes of fans and admirers who
cock-weasel, but I still cave a chest.
I don't wear Jheri curls, 'cause I'm nah from the West.
No disrespect to the West, true indeed,
I rock it to the East,
Narrows, Casino Rama stands.
Where there once were only sparrows, people come from other lands.
To the west lie hills aplenty, if skiing is your thing,
such man I'd like to speak 
A rapparee by name and deed 
His family dispossessed and slaughtered 
They put a price upon his head 
His name is known
a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young man,
with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young
in those bluegrass hills
Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville
a U-Haul, selling everything I can’t haul
Get a load of you off my chest move out west, maybe Utah

Find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle
love site is in those bluegrass hills
Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville
Eight more miles to Louisville...
the light out of the poor brakeman's hand 

Railroad Bill, up on a hill 
Lightin' a cigar with a ten-dollar bill. 

Railroad Bill took my wife, 
If I
West back along the line
I'm going now to the place that's best that old hometown of mine

Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
my wage in the factories there
And I was raised by the mill
And I worked with my brothers there
I told my mother I'd always write

I headed west
the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores, they wandered from her side

The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk
on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke aboat the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane