Verse 1 In the shadow of the mountains where the Tug River winds, Lived the Hatfields of the valley, proud and wild and fine. Devil Anse with his long rifle, beard as black as coal, Led his kin through the hollers, answering every call. Chorus Oh, the Tug River Valley, where the blood runs deep and red, Hatfields stand together, through the living and the dead. From the Civil War’s ashes to the feuds that scarred the land, Family first in the mountains, with a gun close at hand. Verse 2 Pigs and timber, stolen kisses, sparks that lit the flame, McCoys across the river playing their deadly game. Elections turned to gunfire, brothers lost in the night, But the Hatfields held the West Virginia side with all their might. Chorus Oh, the Tug River Valley, where the blood runs deep and red… Verse 3 Through the laurel and the laurel hells, where the creeks run cold and clear, Stories echo in the hollows of the ones who lived in fear. Anse buried many sons there, beneath the ancient stone, Yet the clan endured the heartache in those West Virginia homes. Verse 4 (Optional bridge/outro verse) Now the feud is legend, told in songs and on the screen, But the river keeps on flowing, washing the hillsides clean. Hatfields still walk these ridges, where the mist hangs low at dawn, In the Tug River Valley, the mountain spirit lives on. Final Chorus (louder or with harmony) Oh, the Tug River Valley…
