White clouds rolling in over these old hills
Sun’s a child hinding behind his mama’s skirt
Ready to peek a smile what a big old flirt
Blue jay’s hanging around being a little jerk
Thinks I’m a nuisance just for being here
On this front porch that used to be my world
It’s my home .. . my home since I was a girl
It’s a life worth living
And it’s what keeps me here
Love, faith, have a nice day
Right backatcha
Right backatcha
Appalachia
Listen to the frogs down by the crooked creek
Singing harmony so loud and sweet
Little out of time but an orchestra to me
Light wind’s dancing with the willow tree
I’d love to cut-in just remembering
the feel of the gra** underneath my feet
It’s my home . . my home since I was a girl
It’s a life worth living
And it’s what keeps me here
Love, faith, have a nice day
and a warm backatcha
Appalachia
Why . . . oh why would I go
Go away from here
Why . . . oh why wouldn’t I stay
I’ve got all I’ll ever need
What I need the help me breathe
It’s a life worth living
And it’s what keeps me here
Love, faith, have a nice day
and a warm backatcha
Appalachia
I could say it’s in my blood
Roots and finely planted seeds
But it’s just it’s just where I need to be
It’s a life worth living
And it’s what keeps me here
Love, faith, have a nice day
and a warm backatcha
Appalachia