I am the mountains and they are me,
I am their deep dark history.
I am the old mindset my ancestors had,
I am the folk stories that will make you sad.
I am the coal miner who dug his own grave,
I am the preacher who’s trying to save.
I am the long day and I am the short night,
I am the low pay and I am the burnt out light.
I am this blue grass that waves like the wind,
I am most surely your distant kin.
I am these hills that sit quietly,
I am the desire to set your heart free.
I am the tales told once in a blue moon,
I am the gambler, who has everything to lose.
I am where I’m from, I am where I was born, and from this old home, I’ll never be torn.