Go Down, Appalachia

Harlots hang in the hollows now

Cold and blue in their old nightgowns

Calico skin set to burn and howl

Got them twenty dollar hands and them fifty dollar mouths

Under the law of supply and demand

It’s a privilege of mine to be a common man

Go down, Appalachia

Yonder stands the river Conasauga to and fro

Oh, death and transfiguration

May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost

Hail to the creep, hail to the creep

That swept you off your feet

We ain’t what you think we are

Old times here ain’t forgotten

Our apocryphal home in the by and by

That’s a myth, my friend, we’ve resurrected

Truth gets covered, in other words governed

Call up the elders just beyond the road's end

Go down, Appalachia

Yonder stands the river Conasauga to and fro

Oh, death and transfiguration

May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost

Hail to the creep, hail to the creep

That swept you off your feet