Dying Appalachia - Town Of Old Lyrics

Dust on top of the lids to these
Old mason jars
And an old wooden crate
Riding shotgun in my car
Yeah well southbound
I was heading down
The road to see my love
Now the sheriff got me a praying to the
To the skies above

I got red lights a' flashing
Shining right through my rearview
Seems their trying their damndest
To keep me from getting to you
But I swear by the time that the morning light
Breaks ground and the rooster crows
Oh me and my baby and these bottles of shine
Will be a ghost to this town of old
This town of old

I got red lights a' flashing
Shining right through my rearview
Seems their trying their damndest
Yeah, to keep me from getting to you
But I swear by the time that the morning light
Breaks ground and the rooster crows
Oh me and my baby and these bottles of shine
Will be a ghost to this town of old
This town of old
This town of old