White clouds rolling in over these old hills Sun’s a child hinding behind his mama’s skirt Ready to peek a smile what a big old flirt Blue jay’s hanging around being a little jerk Thinks I’m a nuisance just for being here On this front porch that used to be my world It’s my home .. . my home since I was a girl It’s a life worth living And it’s what keeps me here Love, faith, have a nice day Right backatcha Right backatcha Appalachia Listen to the frogs down by the crooked creek Singing harmony so loud and sweet Little out of time but an orchestra to me Light wind’s dancing with the willow tree I’d love to cut-in just remembering the feel of the gra** underneath my feet
It’s my home . . my home since I was a girl It’s a life worth living And it’s what keeps me here Love, faith, have a nice day and a warm backatcha Appalachia Why . . . oh why would I go Go away from here Why . . . oh why wouldn’t I stay I’ve got all I’ll ever need What I need the help me breathe It’s a life worth living And it’s what keeps me here Love, faith, have a nice day and a warm backatcha Appalachia I could say it’s in my blood Roots and finely planted seeds But it’s just it’s just where I need to be It’s a life worth living And it’s what keeps me here Love, faith, have a nice day and a warm backatcha Appalachia