Paroles de Sweet Appalachia
When my soul wants to fly up high like mist on the mountainShip me out of Tennessee
When my days tick down and my clock stops counting
Just let the rain do the crying for me
Something in me knows I'm almost home
’Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
Grew up running through the sourwood trees
And that's right where they’re gonna bury me
Wherever I might roam
I feel it in my bones
Couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back, calling me back
Well, I work real hard for a fistful of dollars
But I ain't a-gonna take 'em with me
So just throw 'em out the window, let 'em blow around the holler
Y'all just have one on me
Just raise a glass to the Youghiogheny County ghost
'Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
Grew up running through the sourwood trees
And that’s right where they’re gonna bury me
Wherever I might roam When my soul wants to fly up high like mist on the mountain
When my days tick down and my clock stops counting
Well, I'm a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
I’m a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
Grew up running through the sourwood trees
And that's right where they're gonna bury me
Wherever I might roam
I feel it in my bones
Couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back, calling me back
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
Grew up running through the sourwood trees
And that's right where they’re gonna bury me
Wherever I might roam
I feel it in my bones
Couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back, calling me back
Well, I work real hard for a fistful of dollars
But I ain't a-gonna take 'em with me
So just throw 'em out the window, let 'em blow around the holler
Y'all just have one on me
Just raise a glass to the Youghiogheny County ghost
'Cause I'm a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
Grew up running through the sourwood trees
And that’s right where they’re gonna bury me
Wherever I might roam When my soul wants to fly up high like mist on the mountain
When my days tick down and my clock stops counting
Well, I'm a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
I’m a couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back
Grew up running through the sourwood trees
And that's right where they're gonna bury me
Wherever I might roam
I feel it in my bones
Couple hundred miles to the Cumberland Gap
Sweet Appalachia keeps calling me back, calling me back
