Face of Appalachia - John Sebastian

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