Face of Appalachia

Beein' born in blocks of buildings
with a subway lullabye
When I dreamed of Appalachia
It was dreams that had to die
Coal trains wailing — banjos brailing
Sounds escaping through the door
Yes the Face of Appalachia
She was changing that’s for sure
She was changing that’s for sure
Grandpa made me quite a promise
For the day I came of age
He said we’d walk through Appalachia
Northern Georgia on thru to Maine
Dreadful sorry my beloved
Such a promise couldn’t keep
All my dreams of Appalachia
Just an old man’s memories
Just an old man’s memories