Beein' born in blocks of buildings With a subway lullabye When I dreamed of Appalachia It was dreams that had to die Coal trains wailing - banjos brailing Sounds escaping through the door Yes the Face of Appalachia She was changing that's for sure She was changing that's for sure Grandpa made me quite a promise For the day I came of age He said we'd walk through Appalachia Northern Georgia on thru to Maine Dreadful sorry my beloved Such a promise couldn't keep All my dreams of Appalachia Just an old man's memories Just an old man's memories