Lyrics:
the hands of it's care
From the western skies to Washington, DC
Now it lies broken, high and cold
In it's grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country
Now
somewhere we should go
Windy long high hills, mountaintops, mines and coal
It's a beautiful place where the wild runs wonderful
I'm talkin bout them country
Nowadays, turn in applications
Rocking the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations
On the Black watch, I own a black watch, although I'm
at least that's what they say
Still the only place I want to live is in the Lone Star State
Those Appalachian Mountains have them Kentucky coal mines
of gold ain't always a good thing
Appalachian nation where the sorrow songs are sung
They're killing off creation with the coal miner's lung
Well they've
dirty byrds to rise up and surround ya!
You outcho game, cant move the chains
But on my team its Fyrst down
I Touchdowns (Everytime)
We dont punt put up
In the Appalachian town where I grew up
It’s gettin’ harder every day
So I went across the country but it seemed bout the same
Down in Louisiana
Early morning pilgrimage to jump on a train,
That’s before night turns to day,
Jump on the Virgin Atlantic,
Or the Cross Country,
It goes New
team in his tiny baby hands
That's when we know we're not alone
I love the way you say be back by curfew
A father to the cross country crew
When
Harnessed some of the craziest and wildest teams in that whole country'
I rode fourteen loco broncos to a stand still
And I let forty two hound dogs lick me
saddles and bridles
On more than that, harnessed some of the craziest,
Wildest teams in the whole country. I rode 14 loco
Broncos to a dead standstill
Harnessed some of the craziest and wildest teams in that whole country'
I rode fourteen loco broncos to a stand still
And I let forty two hound dogs lick me
as supreme
8 address changes later still rocking with the same team
Look at how those city lights beam all the same state to state
Country to country
never rat for the money
Rather serve crack than the country
Packs get wrapped like they mummies
Hunting for the snacks I got munchies
Whole team hungry
I
they don't deserve my love
Only way from here is up
Come with me let's see the world
Got my team won't fold like clothes
Won't stop until my casket close
league teams, baseball or hockey
No urban radio, just country and pop beats
I'm trying to shake these stereotypes
So give me space please, let me air out
They call me charcoal man the dark coal man
In 1619 I touched these sands
At the moment my bare feet touched these lands
I cried for the jungle where
It's a town just outside of nowhere
With a general store and one lamp pole
We got wheat fields saw mills and coal mines
Down home country folks
everything you wanna hear
Conscious to backpack, commercial to gangsta
R&B to abstract, grunge to rock, classical to country
So many artists workin' but no
of the team without ever asking to be
And without ever being told, that counts for a lot, still, believe it or not
Lo and behold, everyone fell in line behind
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