Letras
In the land of the forgotten
There ain't no interstate
There's parkways and three-lanes
And a stop or two to fill up the tank
In the land of the forgotten
Where the valleys run deep
And the rolling hills are steep
Right down to Troublesome Creek
In the shadows, nothing gets in, nothing gets out, bound by the roots
In the lonesome of a fiddle cry, a river run dry
I close my eyes and I see blue
I will remember you
In the land of the forgotten
Deep in the Appalachia
Where the hoot owls holler atcha
And the burs and briers will catch ya
In the land of the forgotten
The ghosts are underground
Digging ghost coal out
Of a left-behind ghost town
In the shadows, nothing gets in, nothing gets out, bound by the roots
In the lonesome of a fiddle cry, a river run dry
I close my eyes and I see blue
I will remember you
In the shadows, nothing gets in, nothing gets out, bound by the roots
In the lonesome of a fiddle cry, a river run dry
I close my eyes and I see blue
I will remember you
In the land of the forgotten
Everybody minds their own
And the Crider holds the bones
Of everyone who's ever called it home
The land of the forgotten
The land of the forgotten
The land of the forgotten
Land of the forgotten
I will remember you
Land of the forgotten
I will remember you
Land of the forgotten
I will remember you