well i said goodbye to rosie rooke this morning i m gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes she wore her sunday hat so she d impress me i m gonna carry her memory til the day i die they ll move me up to muswell hill tomorrow photographs and souvenirs are all i ve got they re gonna try and make me change my way of living but they ll never make me something that i m not cos i m a muswell hillbilly boy but my heart lies in old west virginia never seen new orleans oklahoma tennessee still i dream of those black hills that i ain t never seen they re putting us in identical little boxes no character just uniformity they re trying to build a computerised community but they ll never make a zombie out of me they ll try and make me study elocution because they say my accent isn t right they can clear the slums as part of their solution but they re never gonna kill my cockney pride cos i m a muswell hillbilly boy but my heart lies in old west virginia though my hills they re not green i have seen them in my dreams take me back to those black hills that i ain t never seen i m a muswell hillbilly boy but my heart lies in old west virginia though my hills they re not green i have seen them in my dreams take me back to those black hills that i ain t never seen