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Appalachian Grown
Written By: Oliver Adams

Cornfields as far as the eye can see
Sunsets falling on oceans of trees
The second you’re there time slows down
Familiar faces in small hometowns

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Home, we’re Appalachian grown
Hills in my head, valleys in my eye
These backwood bones, they drifted away
You’ll find my heart, in a Green Mountain State

Snowflakes falling as winter comes by
Marshmallow clouds in bluebird skies
Family trees where roots run deep
Unspoken rules that silence keeps

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Ways of the woods past times lost
No book can tell at any cost
The swing of an axe tapping of trees
Go get lost and maybe you’ll see

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