Pappy

In the hills of Pennsylvania, where the rivers wind

There's a man named Pappy, with a heart so kind

Carl was his name, a hunter true and bold

With a love for the wild and stories to be told

Oh, Pappy's out on Will's Mountain

With his rifle and his rod

Teaching us the ways of the woods

And thanking the hand of God

He loved Virginia by his side

In the stillness of the night

Pappy's love for hunting and fishing