I keep a picture of my great grandmother Eva on my desk. In it, I was told she is standing in West Virginia, where she was born, and is holding her guitar. Her picture continues to inspire me to write my music, and this song is for her. Oh, Eva, you raised me right Made me a blanket, and they wrapped my dog up tight... When he died, it took my piece of you That I had except the picture on my desk Of you playing your guitar and singing all your songs Telling your stories of West Virginia Had your sons and your daughters and headed north The path you walked, it still leads me home Oh, Eva Oh, Eva And your kids, they are doing fine What happened to Jane - I used to see her all the time And your house is where you left it still The shell of the rooms sits empty on the hill And I'm still playing your guitar and singing all your songs Telling your stories of West Virginia Had your sons and your daughters and headed north The path you walked, it still leads me home Oh, Eva Oh, Eva Even in the dark we can still see the light Sometimes in death we are searching for life You were getting older and so was I When I was younger, I wish I said goodbye When I was younger (x5) When I was younger, I wish I said goodbye