You oughta go north somebody told us cause the air is filled with gold dust

And fortune falls like snowflakes in your hands

Now I don't recall you said it but we'd lived so long on credit

And so we headed out to find our promised land



Just poor Apalachian farm folks with nothing more than high hopes

We hitched our station wagon to a star

But our dreams all fell in on us cause there was no land of promise

And it's a struggle keepin' sight of who you are



Oh and these northern nights are dreary and my southern heart is weary

I wonder how the old folks are back home

But I'll keep leanin' on sweet Jesus I know he'll love and guide and lead us

Appalachian memories keep me strong



You know I've been thinking a whole lot lately about what's been and what awaits me

It takes all I've got to give what life demands

You go insane if you give into it life's a mill and I've been through it

I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands



Oh and these northern nights are dreary...