Appalachian Rain

(Matraca Berg&Ronnie Samoset) He came into town in the early springtime To work with my daddy down in the mines It was hot in the summer when he said goodbye And he left me a secret I can no longer hide Now the only thing here that is welcoming me Is a cold rainy morning, and a Greyhound bus seat He just had to come back and try to explain Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain Mountains of sorrow, mountains of pain You'll never give for my baby a name My family's honor took it away Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain I was washed in the blood of the river you filled Now the sound of a shotgun rings through the hills