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Posted June 6, 2005 • Comments Off on Enough about my phone.

And sorry for leaving my best friend’s bra on the page for 24 hours.

We went and saw Eddie From Ohio at the Herndon Festival yesterday. I had an absolute blast. That band is just SO MUCH FUN. So much fun. We were jumping around and dancing barefoot in the grass. I wish I could do that sort of thing every weekend, all summer long. I felt careless and childlike, and I loved watching the kids dancing and singing too. They closed the encore with “Old Dominion,” of course, and I shrieked with abandon as soon as I heard Julie start to sing—like I hadn’t heard the song in years, like I hadn’t listened to it twice already that day. All night last night, their music was playing in my head, and I couldn’t stop smiling. So much fun.

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You think you’ll find some mountains
In western Colorado
Fifty weeks of snowy peaks
Is where you’re gonna be
But, babe, the Rocky Mountains
Are gradually eroding
The hills of Coors are nothing more
Than Blue Ridge wannabes

When you’re talking home you mean the Old Dominion
Just southeast of heaven, to the surf and the hills
She’s the best of thirteen sisters and thirty-seven more
Sweet, sweet Virginia always keeps an open door

A turkey on its belly, a chicken on its back
Any way you look at it, you’ll find her on the map
She revels in the seasons, shakes hands with the North
Hugs the land of Dixie while dancing on a porch

You think that autumns in New England are the greatest of ’em all
But give me sweet Virginia for the fireworks of fall
The prettiest October in all the fifty states
Just drive up to the Skyline, park the car, and wait

So grow up, Colorado
Excuse me, Tennessee
If you don’t mind, North Carolina
Here’s where I want to be

When you’re talking home you mean the Old Dominion
Just southeast of heaven, to the surf and the hills
She’s the best of thirteen sisters and thirty-seven more
Sweet, sweet Virginia always keeps an open door

They’re fiddlin’ down in Galax, and pickin’ up in Floyd
And in the land of Patsy Cline, there’s songs you can’t avoid
When you’re walkin’ after midnight, I’ll fall to pieces too
I’m crazy back in baby’s arms with sweet dreams of you

They’re sailin’ down in Norfolk, and skiing up at Bryce
Climbin’ up the Devil’s Stairs against rangers’ advice
They’re harvesting in Loudoun to Shenandoah winds*
And in the land near Washington, they’re rootin’ for the Skins
(Fight for all D.C.)

So grow up, Colorado
Excuse me, Tennessee
If you don’t mind, North Carolina
Here’s where I want to be

When you’re talking home you mean the Old Dominion
Just southeast of heaven, to the surf and the hills
She’s the best of thirteen sisters and thirty-seven more
Sweet, sweet Virginia always keeps an open door

Pack up your Impala and make your move out west
Past the Blue Ridge Mountains, you’ll find you’ve passed the best
And when your dreams have ended
Where mountains are concerned
Me and sweet Virginia will await for your return

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*Yesterday, they changed these two lines to “In the land near Williamsburg, they wear three-cornered hats, and in the land near Washington, they’re rootin’ for the Nats.” We went apeshit. 🙂