She was born in the hills of West Virginia, mountain folk plain and simple,
the daughter of a coal miner,
granddaughter of a bootlegger and proud of it.
That was her heritage.
That was her past and that was her future,
and that was good enough for her.
And if your look for her she’ll hide in those hills
among her father’s mines and her grandfather’s stills.
She’ll blend so well with that which she has become that you will not see her.
She was born in the hills, mountain folk.
And that is where she’ll stay.
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