Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
I miss the flavor of the crisp cool air and the smell of the trees
I miss all of the high school football games
Hanging out with people who know your name
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
Want to take my children fishing in the streams
Want to show my southern woman things she’s never seen
It won’t be long ‘till the winter snow
Well, we can’t miss that so we just can’t go
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
I remember playing forever in the snow
I remember walking those famous country roads
Everyone knows that Christmas is near
Let Santa know that we’ll be right here
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
I know I’m searching for the beauty of my past
In a land that’s timeless where beauty just seems to last
Just point your car up I-77, haven’t you heard that it’s almost heaven
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
I miss the flavor of the crisp cool air and the smell of the trees
I miss all of the high school football games
Hanging out with people who know your name
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
Every October I begin to miss West Virginia
Every October I really miss West Virginia