Appalachia’s Rising (lyrics)

May 23, 2009 action

Mountain Justice activists – action on May 23, 2009

Appalachia’s Rising

(Rob Russell – copyright 2011)

Twister tore the roof off the Poor Valley Baptist Church

Preacher says it’s a sign we’re not long for this earth

so momma spend your food stamps and don’t bother canning them beans

because Appalachia’s rising

won’t be long before we’re free

the county took my baby when the sherrif raided the farm

we were just trying to make a living, cooking up in the barn

what’s wrong with getting high when there’s nothing left to fear?

Appalachia’s rising

and the Rapture’s drawing near

let’s take up a collection for the time lost in reflection

wishing for what once was, or the change that never comes

i’d just as soon burn this Bible than bet on the revival of a house set against itself

just to spite everybody else

That “Friends of Coal” sticker on your SUV

makes just about as much sense

as selling maps to a tourist trap that’s an industrial accident, cause …

we’ve dammed all the rivers, paved all the valleys, and blasted them mountains to kingdom come

we’ve got nuclear mud, coal ash sludge, and fish that make momma’s babies dumb

we’ve done about all we can do to strip it of its worth

if Appalachia’s rising

it’s ’cause we’ve made it hell right here on earth

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About russellwriter

Rob Russell is a dad, husband, writer, musician, educator, comic book reader, bad solderer, pop culture junky, trivia buff and student of everything cool and uncool. His favorite records are Bob Dylan's Blonde on Blonde and, currently, The Best of Bobbie Gentry: The Capitol Years. His favorite comic books are Kurt Busiek's Astro City and Neil Gaiman's Sandman. His favorite literary novels are Gabrial Garcia Marquez's 100 Years of Solitude and William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying. His favorite genre novels are John Scalzi's Red Shirts, M.R. Carrey's The Girl with All the Gifts, and Dan Simmons' Drood. His favorite movie is Goodfellas. His favorite hobby, besides everything, is writing about himself and his favorite things in the third person.

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