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
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
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
