You ought to go north, somebody told us Because the air is filled with gold dust And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands Now I dont recall who said it But wed lived so long on credit And so we headed out to find our promised land Just poor Appalachian farm folk With nothing more than high hopes We hitched our station wagon to a star But our dreams all fell in on us Because there was no land of promise And its a struggle keeping sight of who you are Oh and these northern nights are dreary And my southern heart is weary I wonder how the old folks are back home And Ill keep leaning on sweet Jesus I know Hell love and guide and lead us Appalachian memories keep me strong You know Ive been thinking a whole lot lately About whats been and what awaits me It takes all Ive got to give what life demands Youd go insane if you give in to it Lifes a mill and Ive been through it Im just thankful Im creative with my hands Oh and these northern nights are dreary And my southern heart is weary I wonder how the old folks are back home But Ill keep leaning on sweet Jesus I know Hell love and guide and lead us Appalachian memories keep me strong Ill keep looking to the Father Keep our heads above the water Appalachian memories keep me strong
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