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There's a place in the valley, down that old Midland Trail
Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hill
And at the devil's tea table, if you can climb to the top
You can see the emerald waters, of the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
You can float down to the islands, there's a rope swing for free
Hanging worn and torn and faded from a big poplar tree
And you can watch the barges carry those dusty black rocks
Yeah, they power half the country down the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Yeah she'll hold you on her back for the fourth of July
She's got the best seats in the house to watch the fire in the sky
And she's been rollin' since Creation she don't know how to stop
She's the lifeblood of the people. She's the old Kanawha
Well there's the New and there's the Gauley, but they're a little too rough
The Greenbrier and the Holly, but they ain't deep enough
But there's a place in the Valley, that runs wide and free
She's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me
Yeah she's the mighty Old Kanawha, and she is home to me