Leaving Appalachia
By: Levi Dean
March 26, 2010
I’m leaving Appalachia with Bonnie by my side
Yeah, I’m just leaving Appalachia
To the sound of a banjo rolling through the hills
Summer’s come along again, the tobacco’s getting thick
And pretty soon we’re gonna have to hang it
You’ll ask me to stay but I don’t guess I will
That old train ain’t gonna be coming up around the bend for long
But I still love old Appalachia, don’t get me wrong
That coal mine’s gonna be running out soon just like the rest
Then I’ll be leaving Appalachia and heading out west
My heart will always be with you, dear, nothing’s gonna change
My grass will always be blue and moonshine’s gonna run through my veins
That lonesome fiddle sound gonna make me lonesome when I go
Tell my kin that I love them more than they will ever know
I’m leaving Appalachia with Bonnie by my side
Yeah, I’m just leaving Appalachia
To the sound of a banjo rolling through the hills
Summer’s come along again, the tobacco’s getting thick
And pretty soon we’re gonna have to hang it
You’ll ask me to stay but I don’t guess I will
Levi Dean (BMI) © 2009
Responses to “Leaving Appalachia”
By: Levi Dean
March 26, 2010
I’m leaving Appalachia with Bonnie by my side
Yeah, I’m just leaving Appalachia
To the sound of a banjo rolling through the hills
Summer’s come along again, the tobacco’s getting thick
And pretty soon we’re gonna have to hang it
You’ll ask me to stay but I don’t guess I will
That old train ain’t gonna be coming up around the bend for long
But I still love old Appalachia, don’t get me wrong
That coal mine’s gonna be running out soon just like the rest
Then I’ll be leaving Appalachia and heading out west
My heart will always be with you, dear, nothing’s gonna change
My grass will always be blue and moonshine’s gonna run through my veins
That lonesome fiddle sound gonna make me lonesome when I go
Tell my kin that I love them more than they will ever know
I’m leaving Appalachia with Bonnie by my side
Yeah, I’m just leaving Appalachia
To the sound of a banjo rolling through the hills
Summer’s come along again, the tobacco’s getting thick
And pretty soon we’re gonna have to hang it
You’ll ask me to stay but I don’t guess I will
Levi Dean (BMI) © 2009