Appalachia Haze

Morning's gone and the TV's on
Been rainin' for a week
There's coffee cans and an old box fan
Floating in the creek
No better time to ride the line
Ain't seen the law in days
It's your own town when the mountain sounds
This Appalachia haze

Well, Bobby dreams
On the back porch swing
We keep an eye on him
He's counting all the basketballs
Brushing past the limbs
And remembers when he was only ten
They left the homestead crazed
In that busted Ford just a-flying towards
This Appalachia haze

And Sarah goes when the whiskey flows
Says she goes too hard
There's plastic pets and a blue swing set
Rusted in the yard
Said, "Oh, that child she was always wild
Set in her own ways"
Sleeps downtown with her arms around
That Appalachia haze

And here comes John with his buttons on
He's optimistic still
They stand in the rain for a good campaign
They tell him how he feels
They said, "You see, they're just like me
We're in for the glory days"
The saviors come to lead us from
This Appalachia haze

Now they're cutting pines and power lines
I watch the gutter drain
Down every ridge there's a washed out bridge
Covered up in cane
But I've got a friend just around the bend
You oughta hear her play
I pick along while she hammers on
This Appalachia haze