Michael Beatty: Lyrics & Listen
Appalachian Sunset
Way down dark in the deepest of the woods
You'll find a tree that falls where no one should
Hear it suspect as if to see
The Appalachian sidewinder comin for me
Get down to the square in the town with the one light flashin
Ladies with their hair so high and out of fashion
Party in the pokey with the a son of a gun
Gotta get me home cause I gotta get me some
Appalachian Sunset
Fruit on the vine
Appalachian psychedelic
Appalachian wine
Dancin in the church by the hill where the corn is growin
Serpents in a box by the pew with the strychnine flowin
Howlin like the hounds of calvary
The Appalachian banshee makes a sweet harmony
Bow down to the velvet head of the king a-glarin
Cowboys with their hawgs of steel and their jeans a-flarin
I know you'd like to think you've done it all
So pour yourself another give your mama a call
Appalachian Sunset
Fruit on the vine
Appalachian psychedelic
Appalachian wine