I was lying in bed Fast asleep When I heard a voice Calling out to me It was a eerie sound That filled my ears And it took me back to the Yerkes years It was calling Alwilda Standing by the drinking well Lord I fear it is my time When I was a boy just knee high Living in the hollers how we got by And them children come a-running Down that old dirt road Crying Ol Alwildas a-coming to scold In the head of the holler where she made her home In an old log shack she lived alone Veiled in shadow folks would not go nigh the cursed place for a-fear to die When she laughed she cracked a rotten grave With a toothless mouth like a lonesome cave The webs hung around her old black coat As the spiders crawled up from out her throat Thirty years have passed me by Since old Alwilda laid down to die I awoke from my bed in the middle of my sleep When I heard a voice calling out to me Lord I fear it is my time

Springtime is coming and everything's in bloom The corn has been planted, soon we'll make some moon Over by the swinging bridge I'll meet my Sarah Jean And we'll go tippy-toeing through the grass as it turns green Dry-land fish, so good for the soul You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish You know, the neighbors they come a-runnin' when ol' George gives the call They'll bring those Smith and Hawkins and Duckbill overalls And we'll dig a little ginseng and pull some yellow root And I'll make a magic potion with a mushroom or two Hey, incense is a-burnin' and the atmosphere is right Zeppelin's on the radio, ain't no heartaches here tonight There's dancing in the kitchen and laughter in the hall Ain't that why we are here, after all?

There is a fearsome creature that roams the countryside I tell you while you've got the chance You better run and hide Monga Creature of the kudzu No-one can get rid of you No matter how they try Some say it's a she-lion escaped from a zoo Just listen to him roar Man I'm a-telling you Monga Appalachian nightmare You're the raiser of my neck-hairs When I hear you cry Folks ask me to describe it But I don't think I can It's got a head like a possum With the body of a man Monga Mayhem of the mountaintops Destroyer of our hillside crops Bugger-Man in the bushes Monga Your the creature of the kudzu No-one can get ride of you No matter how they try Now if you don't believe me Just look at all this blood Its killed our cows and chickens And left their bodies in the mud Monga Vermin of the coal-mines Hiding beneath the shady pines Ghostly menace of the night Monga Appalachian nightmare You're the raiser of my neck-hairs When I hear you cry Old folks see it more This much is surely true Young or old makes no difference When the Mongas after you Monga Creepy haint tale come to life Ol Bloody Bones never caused this much strife Bugger-Man in the bushes Monga You're the creature of the kudzu No-one can get rid of you No matter how they try In the pines in the pines Where the sun never shines And we shiver when the cold wind blows

Come on in old timer It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you around What brings you cross the railroad tracks To this side of Walkertown Well I guess they’ve closed the mines again They’ve turned away their best and brightest men So many families without work That you’d think it’s a sin Now how’s your wife and kids With all those mouths to feed it must get pretty tough But the good Lord keeps us in his care Even when times turn rough A fifty-pound sack of flower And dozen eggs should do you for a while Tell your wife and kids to drop on by Your youngest has got such a pretty smile My name is Denver Campbell And I run this grocery store Since 1953 when I came back from the war All over Perry County folks come from far and wide To trade their cares and sorrows for a little bit of pride Because I give them more At Campbell’s grocery store A fried bologna sandwich And pack of her favorite smokes from off the shelf She’s in here at noon each day With no one with her but herself Now her husband off and left her Skipped town for some other gal And despite what she’s been through She puts her best foot forward anyhow Now her oldest boys a drifter Dropped out of school ain’t that a shame But I reckon if I were in his shoes I’d probably do the same I guess I blame the fact That his old man never raised him like he should So I gave him a job in my store And tried to teach him the best I could My name is Denver Campbell And I run this grocery store Since 1953 when I came back from the war All over Perry County folks come from far and wide To trade their cares and sorrows for a little bit of pride Because I give them more At Campbell’s grocery store Well it feels just like yesterday When I hung that open sign above my door It’s hard for me to believe That its been thirty years since I opened my store The flood of 57 hit us hard But thank the Lord we made it through When a community gets hit like that You’d be amazed at what they can do Now my three girls are all grown up And my wife is still by my side My grandkids are running round They are my joy and my pride It humbles me to think That Lord has blessed my family with his love And when we cross over that river We’ll be joined in the grocery store above My name is Denver Campbell And I run this grocery store Since 1953 when I came back from the war All over Perry County folks come from far and wide To trade their cares and sorrows for a little bit of pride Because I give them more At Campbell’s grocery store So much more So much more

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There's a southern accent, where I come from The young 'uns call it country, the Yankees call it dumb I got my own way of talking, but everything gets done With a southern accent, where I come from Now that drunk tank in Atlanta, is just a motel room to me Think I might go work Orlando, if them orange groves don't freeze Got my own way of working, but everything is run With a southern accent, where I come from For just a minute there I was dreaming For just a minute it was all so real For just a minute she was standing there, with me There's a dream I keep having, where my momma comes to me And kneels down over by the window, and says a prayer for me Got my own way of praying, but everything one's begun With a southern accent, where I come from Got my own way of living, but everything is done With a southern accent, where I come from

There is an old feller Lives up the head of Ball And if you’d ever see him Lord it’d drop you jaw He’s so blue Blue Anzi I’m telling you Blue Anzi He belongs to the Fugate’s A proud and noble clan If you ever ask him He’d say that’s the way I am He’s so blue Blue Anzi I’m telling you Blue Anzi So people don’t you judge him Just because he’s blue If the Lord had wanted He’d of made you blue too He’s so blue Blue Anzi I’m telling you Blue Anzi

Come and listen you fellows, so young and so fine And seek not your fortune in the dark, dreary mines It will form as a habit and seep in your soul 'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew Where danger is double and pleasures are few Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine It's a-many a man I have seen in my day Who lived just to labor his whole life away Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mines I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll My body will blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner a-diggin' my bones The midnight, the morning, or the middle of day Is the same to the miner who labors away Where the demons of death often come by surprise One fall of the slate and you're buried alive

To all my children who’ve traveled far Wont you come back to your mountain home How I’ve missed you when you’re away And I fear I don’t have long my love And I fear I don’t have long This old man’s hurting and the winters nigh This old man's hurting oh don’t you cry my love For you were blind when they came for me You were blind you would not see my love You were blind you would not see Now they’ve cut me plum to the bone And they’ve taken my land all that I own I am crushed down where I once stood strong And I fear I don’t have long my love And I fear I don’t have long This old man's bleeding and the winters nigh This old man's bleeding don’t you cry my love For you were gone when they came for me You were blind you would not see my love You were blind you would not see Now their pockets are filled with gold As their living big off what they sold As their fortune climbs to the sky I will lay my head down to die my love I will lay my head down to die This old man's dying and the winters nigh This old man's dying don’t you cry my love For you were gone when they came for me You were blind you would not see my love You were blind you would not see

Well it’s early Easter morning Sweet dogwood flowers fill the air At church we’ll sing He’s Alive As the pastor concludes with a prayer Then it’s on to hiding Easter eggs The little ones can hardly wait As the old folks lay around Regretting how much food they ate. Hazard in the springtime East Kentucky town I’ve traveled this country over Yet I’ll always be found In Hazard in the springtime There’s no place else I’d rather be Cuz though your far from perfect You’ll always be home to me Thick fog rolls over the water As evening on the lake drawls nigh Giant moths swirl across the backdrop of a sun setting pink sky Summer smells of burned out fireworks and BBQ ribs hot off the grill Lets run around the houseboat and see how many fireflies we can kill. Hazard in the summer East Kentucky town I’ve traveled this country over Yet I’ll always be found In Hazard in the summer There’s no place else I’d rather be Cuz though your far from perfect You’ll always be home to me No matter where I travel it’s always the same Those laurel-covered mountains keep calling my name But there’ll always be a place in my suitcase Where I can take them with me In my memory In the fall folks would drive from out of state just to see the view They’d take pictures of the hills and send them off to people that they knew I had to spend some time away to appreciate this panoramic seen God’s paints these hills his masterpiece a crimson red, gold and green Hazard in the autumn East Kentucky town I’ve traveled this country over Yet I’ll always be found In Hazard in the autumn There’s no place else I’d rather be Cuz though your far from perfect You’ll always be home to me Fresh fallen snow blankets the tombstones In the air there lingers a quietness I visit the place where mom and granddad were laid on a hillside to rest Someday when my race has run I’ll join them here by and by My body asleep in these hills My spirit up to Heaven it will fly Hazard in the winter East Kentucky town I’ve traveled this country over Yet I’ll always be found In Hazard in the winter There’s no place else I’d rather be Cuz though your far from perfect You’ll always be home to me