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