Appalachian Pride

Lyrics written by: Jennifer

June:
Now I’ll tell you in Chicago, boys
I was a broken man
Dirty movies, credit cards, and bills past due again

And that son of mine spit in my face
And then I tanned his hide
He got a taste of Appalachian pride

That sassy son of mine
He was more than I could take
I loaded wife, and kids, and dogs
And then I pulled up stakes

Back home here, in the old homestead
I’ve kept him by my side
And filled him with my Appalachian pride

Chorus:
We’re praising God in everything we do
Thankful we had this to come back to
June: We don’t have much money but we’re dignified
And happy in our Appalachian pride

June:
There’s ham out in the smokehouse
Some flour in the bin
Molasses cans and beans
Until the crop comes in

The kids back in that bedroom
They finally understand
The pride of an Appalachian man

Now we don’t live on welfare
We don’t need their checks no more
We got sick of bill collectors
A banging on the door

We’ll break our backs from dusk ‘til dawn
And God is on our side
And we’ll make it just on Appalachian pride

Chorus: We’re praising God in everything we do
Thankful we had this to come back to
June: We don’t have much money but we’re dignified
And happy in our Appalachian pride

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