Son of Appalachia Songtext
von Tim Goodin

It′s the sound of a distant train
Hauling the heart out of the mountain
The sound of a country church
Full of believers shoutin'
Lord there′s nothing more powerful than a drug called nostalgia
Sounds like home to me

It's blue jeans at a funeral
As you pay your last respects
The sound of mountain hymnals
As they're laid to rest
Sends chills down my spine every time
Sounds like home to me


When the sun sets in the holler
And the day is through
You can hear that hoot owl singing
A song for me and you
Soup beans for supper
′Cause that′s my favorite food
I'm a son of Appalachia
My grass is always blue

He′s the old man sipping coffee
Talking in that simple drawl
Wearing those worn out faded
Bibbed overalls
Lord that's just another dose of the drug called nostalgia
Sounds like home to me

When the sun sets in the holler
And the day is through
You can hear that hoot owl singing
A song for me and you
Yes soup beans for supper
′Cause that's my favorite food
I′m a son of Appalachia
My grass is always blue

Well I'm a son of Appalachia
My grass is always blue