I want to drive a crooked road
All the way to the end.
I want to look down a hill
As I go around a bend
And see the lights
Of little houses and cabins
Shinin' in the twilight
Wrapped in smoky mist.
A reminder of those
Who chose not to leave
But stayed home
In hills an' hollers
Clefts and ridges
High in the Appalachias.
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