Appalachia Line

The band sounds like a jukebox that holds every record ever made in Nashville, Bakersfield twang, rockabilly fire, gospel reverence, and honky-tonk grit all spinning at once with zero apology, They play tight and hot, with a Telecaster cutting like a switchblade through arrangements that nod equally to Bakersfield country and Southern grit, Pedal steel drives the song even deeper into the country, It's the sound of country music that remembers everything, played by guys who treat tradition not as a museum piece but as a living, breathing, sweating thing on a sweaty Friday night stage, They record live and raw in the studio, There is no mistaking that this band is raw, real and country as a whippoorwill on a summer night, Oh, and these guys have been on the whiskey the whole night, This thing swings hard and loose

[Verse 1] Well I ran away at seventeen From mama's pills and daddy's queens And drove until the sky turned monochrome But there was still one speck of light That kept me losing sleep each night And it takes me to the place that I call home [Chorus] Somewhere in the hills a girl is mine Just across the Appalachia line Suffered tears in my rearview And all I have to hold onto Is cheap red wine [Verse 2] Seven years of strangers' beds And Dylan songs and Talking Heads And running hard on dirty gasoline But I never could find overdrive Or a woman who could keep me high and I'm running south on Highway 33 [Chorus] Somewhere in the hills a girl is mine Just across the Appalachia line Suffered tears in my rearview And all I've had to hold onto Is cheap red wine [Bridge] All alone the die is cast A wall of hills is closing fast Is screaming in the engine or the mind Do you still wear a faded dress Is your love for me a permanent Do hollers freeze love like they stopped time... Across the Appalachia line [Verse 3] Almost home and I'm fading fast On pills and young man consequence And I just ain't the boy you've come to know But I can be your working man I got my legs and two strong hands I've got the will to mine the corn to hoe [Chorus] Somewhere in the hills a girl is mine Just across the Appalachia line Suffered tears in my rearview And all I've had to hold onto Is cheap red wine [Outro] Somewhere in the hills a girl is mine (mine, mine) Just across the Appalachia line Suffered tears in my rearview And all I've had to hold onto Is cheap red wine Just across the Appalachian line Just across the Appalachian line

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