Chords for The Green Rolling Hills of West Virginia

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[Dm] We're going to do one [D] here, it's new to us.
This song we got, _
[B] _ [B] talked to a friend of mine, we wanted to record it for our CD.
It's a Utah Phillips song.
I don't know if [C] any of y'all are familiar with Utah Phillips.
[Bm] He's a traveling hobo songwriting hero of [A] mine.
I like the old people who ride the rails and sing hobo songs.
A [F] buddy of mine knows him personally and said, you know, if you want to record one of his
songs, he doesn't really care [Bm] about royalties.
He said just [G] call him and ask him.
And so I [B] did, and he called me back and he was thrilled to death that somebody [C] wanted
to record a song of his. _
[D] _ This one's been recorded before.
We learned it from Hazel Dickens' version.
_ _ _ _ Jamie Lynn's going to sing this one.
_ [G] Chase Teal's going to help her out.
This is called the Green Rolling Hills of West Virginia.
[B] We got some West Virginia natives here.
We got to sing for them.
And we've been away from home for a little bit lately.
We only got home for about a day and [Bm] then had to come up here.
We were up in Wisconsin and that's a long [F] drive and we kind of [A] miss the hills of West
Virginia, but this looks an awful lot like it.
I'll [D] tell you what, _ it's beautiful here. _ _
Here we go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] I cannot linger here.
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They'll keenly [A] never [D] let me go. _ _
My daddy [A] said don't ever [D] be a miner, _ for [G] a miner's grave is all you'll ever [A]
own.
_ [D] There's hard times everywhere, I can't find a spare.
_ [D] These are the worst times [F#m] I've ever known.
_ But the green [A] rolling hills of [D] West Virginia _ are [G] the nearest thing to heaven [A] that I know. _
[D] Though times are sad and [G] drear, I cannot linger here.
[D] They'll keep [A] me and never [D] let me go.
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[Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ So I'll move [A] away into some [Dm] crowded city.
_ In [G] some northern factory town you'll [A] find me _ there.
Though [Dm] I leave the past behind, [G] I'll never change my mind.
[D] These troubled times are more than I can bear.
_ But the green [A] rolling hills of West Virginia _ _ [G] are the nearest thing to heaven that [A] I know.
_ _ [Dm] Though times [D] are sad and drear, [G] I cannot linger here.
They'll keep [A] me and never [Dm] let me go.
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But someday [A] I'll go back [Dm] to West Virginia, _ to the [G] green rolling hills [A] I love so _ well.
[Dm] Yes, someday I'll go home and [G] _
I'll do wrong.
[D] These troubled times [A] will follow me no [D] more.
_ [Dm] Yes, someday I'll go home and [G] I'll do all but do wrong. _
[Dm] These troubled [A] times will follow [Dm] me no more. _
These troubled [A] times will follow me [D] no more.
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