"Under a Blue Ridge Sky"

My first breath came under a Blue Ridge sky
Hillbilly born and I'll hillbilly die
Proud of my roots from a deep holler stream
Mourning the passing of the American dream
My Granny and Paw Paw came from nothing at best
Came out of that holler with pride in their chests
People like them we are losing to time
We are losing our rhythm, we are losing our rhyme
I was born of these mountains, and man I feel old
Too many tales, too sad to be told
Of American dreaming gone greedy indeed
With so many hurting and so many in need
My Granny and Paw Paw have rolled in the grave
Seeing from Heaven the mess that we've made
They lived for love and love lived in them
They were real women, they were real men
I speak of generations, like these mountains old
Not like today with all the souls that are sold
I was born into the world under a Blue Ridge sky
It'll probably be burning red on the day that I die