I See Hawks In L.A. - Byrd from West Virginia Lyrics
Byrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaSenator ByrdOohBorn in Carolina to a family of minersThe flu of 1918 took his mother awayCouldn’t go to college it was the depths of the DepressionThe valedictorian pumped gasoline insteadOoohhHe found himself a sweetheart in Erma Ora JamesThe Coal miners daughter with the odd middle namehe labored in the shipyards during World War IIWelding Liberties and Victories for me and for youByrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaSenator ByrdOohHe burned the cross of Jesus in the West Virginia nightThe darkness of America blinded his sightBaptized in the blood of our national sinThe Ghosts of the Conquest rise again and againooohhAs a young man in Congress he studied law at nightFor ten long years, he burned a different lightPresented with his J.D. by John Fitzgerald Kennedyjust before the young president was escorted into historyByrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaSenator ByrdOohFifty years in Washington just passed before his eyesThe building of the empire, its burdens and delightsDid the suffering of the world or the folly of the dayChange a stubborn old heart to see a better way?oohhAnd when a reckless new President came calling for warOld Bird from West VirginiaSang out the score:“The doctrine of pre-emption is radical and deadly”Who will sing the song when the bird flies awayVanished o’er the hillside at the end of the dayByrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaByrd from West VirginiaSenator ByrdOohA lone voice a cryinA lone voice a cryinA lone voice a cryinSenator ByrdOohSenator Byrd
