Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Appalachian Nightmare, artist - Justin Townes Earle.
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Song language: English
Appalachian Nightmare |
I was born in Cincinnati |
My daddy worked on the river |
The work dried up back around that time |
And he took us down to West Virginia |
See my night trouble started early |
I was stealing and gettin' in fights |
Smoking and drinking by age thirteen |
Skipping class and getting high |
When I quit school at fifteen |
My daddy put me out |
My mama cried, waved goodbye |
Never heard such a lonesome sound |
I went to staying with my best friend’s brother |
Made his living cooking speed |
Says a man can always get by |
Who can cook it up nice and clean |
So I stuck around for a couple years |
'Til he was busted in '89 |
Was eighteen years old, out on my own |
Out to get what I saw as mine |
By '92 I was twenty-one |
I was back out on the street |
Two whole years of county time |
Charged with manufacturing |
Now I was aware (there'd come a new thing?) |
Took like wildfire to the hills |
Speed was no longer king |
Now everybody was wantin' pills |
Now you might say that I’m just the type |
To seek his honey at the source |
So me and this cat that I met back in county |
We started robbin' drugstores |
Lord, we was reckless |
We was high as a Tennessee pine |
You gotta know a junkie’s gonna let you down |
It’s just a matter of time |
And when our time come, it was midnight |
Two weeks ago in Morgantown |
Was knocking off a little local |
Just when the clock run out |
We were all packed up |
Turned out to be quite a score |
Had the car waitin' in the alley |
Was walking out the door |
Well my partner takes two steps outside |
He stops and he hollers, «Police!» |
A voice that I didn’t recognize |
Said, «Son don’t you so much as breathe» |
And then I come out over my partner’s shoulder |
And I squeezed off a couple shots |
First time I ever pointed a gun at a man |
And I done killed a cop |
Now it’s a fact, you can’t get a bullet back |
Once you’ve pulled the trigger |
And there’s no way in hell |
They was ever gonna stop looking for a cop-killer |
Looking back, I knew it all along |
Knew we never had a chance |
Right now I know it makes no difference |
That I never meant to kill that man |
But now I’m held up in a hotel in Canton |
Surrounded by police |
No way I’m gettin' out alive |
There’s no way I’m going free |
So I’m twenty-four years old |
I was trouble most of my days |
But I must say that I never thought |
It was gonna end this way |
And of all of my regrets |
The two that trouble me most |
I wish I could’ve been better to my mama |
And wish I’d never took a shot of dope |
So Lord, if you’re listening |
I never asked much of you |
And I already know I ain’t going to heaven |
If what they say is true |
Then you’ll forgive me |
What I’m 'bout to do |