Well late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rapping on the door
Slipping and a-sliding with his new shoes on
Willie don't you rap no more

   Oh me, oh my
   What's gonna become of me
   Been downtown, a fooling around
   No one to cry for me

I like the hills of West Virginia
I like the hills of Tennessee
North, south, east or west
It’s home sweet home to me

It’s one old shirt is all I have
And a dollar is all I crave
Ain’t brought nothing with me into this world
Ain’t gonna take nothing to the grave