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