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