The hills are like the hands    Of a bare knuckled boxed 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