Son of Appalachia (Acoustic)

It's the sound of a distant train Hauling the heart out of the mountain The sound of a country church Full of believers shoutin' Lord there's nothing more powerful than a drug called nostalgia Sounds like home to me It's blue jeans at a funeral As you pay your last respects The sound of mountain hymnals As they're laid to rest Sends chills down my spine every time Sounds like home to me When the sun sets in the holler And the day is through You can hear that hoot owl singing A song for me and you Soup beans for supper 'Cause that's my favorite food I'm a son of Appalachia My grass is always blue He's the old man sipping coffee Talking in that simple drawl Wearing those worn out faded Bibbed overalls Lord that's just another dose of the drug called nostalgia Sounds like home to me When the sun sets in the holler And the day is through You can hear that hoot owl singing A song for me and you Yes soup beans for supper 'Cause that's my favorite food I'm a son of Appalachia My grass is always blue Well I'm a son of Appalachia My grass is always blue