I'm a child of Appalachia Where my feet are in the ground Buried on the hillside Near a creek by my house Trees dance like gypsies In the shadows of local kings And in the stories of my people And all the songs I sing We sing child, tell me what you're looking for It's written in your Bible Or in a local company store There's something in the water When my lost soul was found Now it's buried in my bones and blood Beneath this holy ground There's wood smoke in my clothes A fire up on the hill There's something in the fruit jar You'll always get your fill You can say a sinner's prayer But it won't come running to you Yeah, I'll be in church on Sunday White-knuckled on the pews We sing child, tell me what you're looking for It's written in your Bible Or in a local company store There's something in the water When my lost soul was found Now it's buried in my bones and blood Underneath this holy ground Holy, holy, Lord God Almighty Holy, holy, Lord God Almighty Holy, holy, Lord God Almighty