Country roads West Virginia My old Kentucky home Up to Pennsylvania where the Alleghany rolls We come from the holler And all we've ever known Is a home built and broken By Appalachia gold They're cutting down the mountains Like old pine trees Poisoning the water In this old creek We don't have much but we'll make it on our own No milk or honey Just Appalachia gold We kept your lights on But ours have long gone out The world has moved on And nobody talks about All the pills and the heroin They're taking their toll Leaving us with nothing But Appalachia gold They're cutting down the mountains Like old pine trees Poisoning the water In this old creek We don't have much but we'll make it on our own No milk or honey Just Appalachia gold Our fathers died here Our fathers mined here It's a place we hold dear But we don't wanna go But they're cutting down the mountains Like old pine trees Poisoning the water In this old creek We don't have much but we'll make it on our own No milk or honey Just Appalachia gold