WEKH - Bishop Allen

The hills are like the hands

Of a bare knuckled boxer after a hell of a fight

And i can understand how they’d make you read the bible

Out in the cold cold covered night

And I’m singing along to the hallelujah songs

It keeps me awake as I drive on and on

East Kentucky hallelujah radio

I get a cup of coffee from the truck stop diner

Bitter, black and burning my tongue

And I’m joining in again with the hound-dog choir

Howling with the best of my lungs

My head is a box, it’s got nothin' in it

I sing about salvation and

Believe it for a minute

East Kentucky hallelujah radio

East Kentucky hallelujah radio

These hills are like the head

Of a bare knuckle boxer of long after the end of his career

These jagged little towns and the people that live in them

Lord, what ever made them end up here?

And this music they play is keeping them safe

I can’t believe how good it is

It almost makes me want to stay

East Kentucky hallelujah radio

East Kentucky hallelujah radio