Appalachian Moon Lyrics

I's born and bred in these spurs and hollows

My roots run deep in them hills

Two things I was taught to abide

Is God hisself and whiskey stills

God hisself and whiskey stills

From dusk 'til dawn they dot the treetops

Like stars spilt from a spoon

Back wood road constellations

To the heart of the Appalachian moon

To the heart of the Appalachian moon

Everyday I'm thankful for the land

On which I provide for my kin

It's part of the job that I've introduced

A thieving soul to a bitter end

A thieving soul to a bitter end

In town there's a girl I've grown quite fond of

Though I know I shouldn't

Cause I can't think to leave this mountain

For the hand of a proper woman

For the hand of a proper woman

I's born and bred in these spurs and hollows

My family plot has some room

There's a hole dug out waiting for me

'Neath the light of the Appalachian moon

'Neath the light of the Appalachian moon