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  1. Appalachian Spine

From the recording Migrant Birds

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Lyrics and music by Spencer Ayscue
Performed by Migrant Birds
Mixed and produced by William Evans in Charlottesville, VA
Additional vocals by Maddie Ramey, Ben Hardie, and Zach Blount

Lyrics

Making my way down the Appalachian Spine
I see the remnants of a half-forgotten time
Barns and bones and cigarettes line the way
Tractor tires strewn along the road

Railway veins carve the lonesome cliff sides
River mumbles sounds like tired moans and sighs
I see the iron ribs and the rotting wooden bones
of old coal towns too long left alone

Ain't it such a shame
to see the land I love out rusting in the rain.
Suffer not this strife
Now sing the stones, let’s bring these mountains back to life

The mines dig deep like a needle into skin
And corporate windows block more light then they let in
As the mountaintops are slowly worn away,
I hear the spirit yearn for yesterday

Ain't it such a shame
to see the land I love out rusting in the rain.
Suffer not this strife
Now sing the stones, let’s bring these mountains back to life

Long ago they say a man took on machine
In Old Big Bend tunnel there his hammers they still ring
I know it may seem tall the task we have at hand,
but you know Old John Henry, he was just a man

Ain't it such a shame
to see the land I love out rusting in the rain.
Suffer not this strife
Now sing the stones, let’s bring these mountains back to life

But still I know
These mountain people hold a love for things that grow
Turn back the knife
Now sing the stones, let’s bring these mountains back to life
Dig deep the roots, let’s bring these mountains back to life
Now raise the cry, let’s bring these mountains back to life