Interpret:

June Carter Cash

Album:

Appalachian Pride

Now I'll tell you in Chicago boys, I was broken man
 Dirty movies, credit cards and bills past due again
 And that son of mine spit in my face and then I tanned his eye
 He got a taste of Appalachian pride


 That sassy son of mine, he was more than I could take
 I loaded wife and kids and dogs and then I pulled up stakes
 Back home here in the old home 'stead I've kept him by my side
 And filled him with my Appalachian pride


 We're praising God in everything we do
 Thankful we had this to come back to
 We don't have much money, but we're dignified
 And happy in our Appalachian pride


 There's hell mud in the smoke house, some flower in the ban
 Molasis, cans and beans until crop comes in
 The kids back in that bedroom, they finally understand
 The pride of an Appalachian man


 Now we don't live on welfare, we don't need the checks no more
 We got sick of bill collectors a-banging on the door
 We'll break our backs from dusk till dawn and God is on our side
 And we'll make it just on Appalachian pride


 We're praising God in everything we do
 Thankful we had this to come back to
 We don't have much money, but we're dignified
 And happy in our Appalachian pride