Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands
I fell in love with an Appalachian girl
On the side of an old strip mining hill
She live in a long line of little row houses
And looked as far as she could see
She walked along on the jagged ridge
You only see as far as the next big ridge
But the hills out there go up and down
Every time I see her face Another time and another place
On the street in the hollow on the hill
On the street in the hollow in the bend
I feel her in my heart still
Every time I see her face
I go down the road not taken. again
I see her in my mind and then Oh the coal dust settles on the window display
Some things never change way out here
They have to change it about every other day
She told me she was thinking of me
An outsider could always remain that way
She walked along on the jagged ridge
But every time I tried to take her away She always ran back to the rocks and the trees
Every time I see her face
On the street in the hollow on the hill
Another time and another place
I feel her in my heart still
Every time I see her face
I see her in my mind and then
On the street in the hollow in the bend
I go down the road not taken. again Oh I went back there after many years
So curious and secretly
As I looked on I held back a tear
The road not taken overcoming me
Oh I saw her she was sitting there
Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch
Older, thinner on the front porch
It seemed the light a little brighter there Every time I see her face
On the street in the hollow on the hill
Another time and another place
I feel her in my heart still
Every time I see her face
On the street in the hollow in the bend
I go down the road not taken. againI see her in my mind and then.
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