Verse 1
Harlots hang in the hollows now
Cold and blue in their old nightgowns
Calico skin set to burn and howl
Got them twenty dollar hands and them fifty dollar mouths
Before chorus
Under the law of supply and demand
It’s a privilege of mine to be a common man
Chorus
Go down, Appalachia
Yonder stands the river Conasauga to and fro
Oh, death and transfiguration
May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost
Hail to the creep, hail to the creep
That swept you off your feet
Verse 2
We ain’t what you think we are
Old times here ain’t forgotten
Our apocryphal home in the by and by
That’s a myth my friend we’ve resurrected
Before chorus
Under the law of supply and demand
It’s a privilege of minе to be a common man
Chorus
Go down, Appalachia
Yonder stands the rivеr Conasauga to and fro
Oh, death and transfiguration
May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost
Hail to the creep, hail to the creep
That swept you off your feet
