In the Heart of Appalachia
In the heart of Appalachia
are a people
Stigmatized and down trodden
honestly forgotten
they will invite you over for Sunday dinner
Their hospitality unrivaled
they will tell you this history of their people
From the great rivalries to its famous people
They take pride in the work they do
cause their momma's taught them so
and their papas would make it so
Looking for black gold deep within the earth
to make rich men richer
just so bread can be put upon the table
Thats how its remembered
now days people will say
that the younger generations have grown soft; muscles weak
not worked hard enough
that family values no longer mean a thing
Yet in turn its the rotten world poisoning these men and women causing them a pain unlike any other
the worlds' resounding silence in our suffering
that makes parents tell their children they'll amount to nothing
As our mines run dry and forests cut thin.
Empty promises are made by even richer men promoting to bring back
jobs from the dead to save our state to make us all rich
but too little to late
no ones coming to save our state
Were in a state of decay slowly rotting from the inside out
In the heart of Appalachia
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