“West Virginia, oh my home. West Virginia, where I belong. In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet I slip away like a bird in flight Back to those hills, the place that I call home. Home, home, home. I can see it so clear in my mind. Home, home, home. I can almost smell the honeysuckle vines.” West VirginiaHazel DickensHome SongsState Songs Book:Working Girl Blues: The Life and Music of Hazel Dickens Source: Working Girl Blues: The Life and Music of Hazel Dickens