Go Down, Appalachia

Harlots hang in the hollows now
 Cold and blue in their old night gowns
 Calico skin set to burn and howl
 Got them 20 dollar hands and them 50 dollar mouths
 Under the law of supply and demand
 It's a privilege of mine to be a common man
 Go down, Appalachia
 Yonder stands the river Conasauga to and fro
 Oh, death and transfiguration
 May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost
 Hail to the creep, hail to the creep
 That swept you off your feet
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 We ain't what you think we are
 Old times here ain't forgotten
 Our apocryphal home in the by and by
 That's a myth, my friend, we've resurrected
 Truth gets covered, in other words governеd
 Call up the elders just bеyond the road's end
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 Go down, Appalachia
 Yonder stands the river Conasauga to and fro
 Oh, death and transfiguration
 May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost
 Hail to the creep, hail to the creep
 That swept you off your feet