The Road Not Taken Lyrics
B. R. HornsbyDown in the southwest Virginia town of RichlandsI fell in love with an Appalachian girlShe lived in a long line of little row housesOn the side of an old strip mining hillShe walked along on the jagged ridgeAnd looked as far as she could seeBut the hills out there so up and downYou only see as far as the next big ridgeEverytime I see her faceOn the street in the hollow of on the hillAnother time and another placeI feel her in my heart stillEverytime I see her faceOn the street in the hollow in the bendI see her in my mind and thenI go down the road not taken...againOh the coal dust sttles on the window displayThey have to change it about every other daySome things never change way out hereAn outsider could always remain that wayShe walked along on the jagged ridgeShe told me she was thinking of meBut every time I tried to take her awayShe alway ran back to the rocks and the treesEverytime I see her faceOn the street in the hollow of on the hillAnother time and another placeI feel her in my heart stillEverytime I see her faceOn the street in the hollow in the bendI see her in my mind and thenI go down the road not taken...againOh I went back there after many yearsSo curious and so secretlyAs I looked on I held back a tearThe road not taken overcoming meOh I saw her she was sitting thereOlder, thinner on the front porchIt seemed the light a little brighter thereOr maybe I still carried the forgotten torchEverytime I see her faceOn the street in the hollow of on the hillAnother time and another placeI feel her in my heart stillEverytime I see her faceOn the street in the hollow in the bendI see her in my mind and thenI go down the road not taken...again
Bruce Hornsby The Road Not Taken
