The hills are like the hands nOf a bare knuckled boxed after a hell of a fightnAnd i can understand how they'd make you read the bible nOut in the cold cold covered nightnAnd I'm singing along to the hallelujah songs nIt keeps me awake as I drive on and onnnEast Kentucky hallelujah radionnI get a cup of coffee from the truck stop diner, nBitter, black and burning my tongue. nAnd I'm joining in again with the hound-dog choir, nHowling with the best of my lungs nMy head is a box, it's got nothin' in it nI sing about salvation and nBelieve it for a minute nnEast Kentucky hallelujah radionEast Kentucky hallelujah radionnThese hills are like the head nOf a bare knuckle boxer of long after the end of his career nThese jagged little towns and the people that live in them nLord, what ever made them end up here?nAnd this music they play is keeping them safe ni can't believe how good it is nIt almost makes me want to staynnEast Kentucky hallelujah radionEast Kentucky hallelujah radio