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The distant mountains are calling me
I need some fresh air
I can't stop fighting for what I believe
It's sad that most don't care

I'm from West By God Virginia
Where the mountains are no longer free
They feed us lies and propaganda
That big coal is just a necessity

It's just profit to those that destroy
The people it affects are just casualties
An acceptable sacrifice to those they employ
It's profit over people that they enjoy

I'm from West By God Virginia
Where big coal rules the roost
They feed us lies and propaganda
The state continues to hide the truth

Mountaineers are always free
The motto of our state
But how can that really be?
When big coal controls our fate?

I'm from West By God Virginia
Where coal slurry enters our lakes
I'm from West By God Virginia
Where our lives are at stake

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