歌词
The setting of the sun
Paints the bleached bricks
Of the buildings orange
And at the end of the bar
Sits the Bride of Appalachia
Face rugged and steep like the
Walls of the holler
Dreams ground down or sheared off
Like mountain tops
You go into any watering hole
Up and down this river
And you'll find at least three people
With their heads down on the bar
Doesn't matter what time of day
The local boys joke
More tattoos than teeth
But they don't know the half of it
Everyone's talking about
The mines opening up
Coal: It was always a bad deal
And it's only gotten worse
Opioids and corn squeezins
They're the only bridge
Outta here on most days
All these forgotten people
In these burned-out towns
We're just some politician's data point
The inner city gets all the headlines
But they've got nothing on us
When it comes to desolation
The lost and the lonesome
And the lovelorn
Gathering by the jukebox
The only future in here
Is the past
Everyone around here has a date
The date they coulda gotten out of here
But didn't
Talk to anyone in here
Talk to them for a half hour
They'll tell you all about it
She and I met at the Jacktown Fair
By the Himalayan ride
There was this Carnie
Built like chain-smoker
Taunting the crowd
Between Billy Squire songs
Did someone say go backwards?
She and I used to go up
Into the hills
Spyin' for shooting stars
There was nary a soul around
There was this hidden little creek
We called Buttermilk
With a waterfall we could hide behind
She used to sneak out
Of her Mother's house at midnight
With a flashlight
To signal me
And I'd stand along the railroad tracks
Staring into the distance
Waiting for a sign
Nearly twenty years back now
I don't pay it no never mind
On most nights
But it creeps into your thoughts
A little too often these days
Now it's just lead in the water
And devils in the hills
And nothing changes
Unil it does
I put down my money
And take a last drink
And head out into the evening
Twilight paints
The hilltops purple
As the sidewalk ends
At the water's edge
As the moon rises and
I find myself down
At the railroad tracks again
Staring into the distance
Looking for a sign
Written by: Eric "Roscoe" Ambel, Erik Vincent Huey
