Fugate - Appalachian Blue Lyrics

Out of place in the city, at home in the hills
No one understands me, and nobody will
From out of the backwoods, and next door to your home
Persecuted for being, they won't leave me alone
Man I look like I'm dead already
My skin tone Appalachian blue
Beware my rusty old machete
Gives you the Appalachian blues
Folks curse and berate me, death threats on the phone
Inbred and rejected, I'm so cold and alone
Don't think I can take it, Lord answer my call
Blue skin in the city, It ain't welcomed at all
Man I look like I'm dead already
My skin tone Appalachian blue
Beware my rusty old machete
Gives you the Appalachian blues
From home I'm evicted, at work I was fired
Been shunned and dejected, all homeless and tired
Just like a pariah among the unknown
Pimp-slapped by the flesh tones, Mamma I'm coming home
Man I look like I'm dead already
My skin tone Appalachian blue
Beware my rusty old machete
Gives you the Appalachian blues