Biografia:
Matraca Berg,born February 3rd 1964 in Nashville, Tennessee, is a country music singer-songwriter who has written hits for artists like Martina McBride ("Wild Angels", "Cry On The Shoulder of The Road"), Suzy Bogguss ("Hey Cinderella"), Trisha Yearwood ("XXs And OOS", "Wrong Side Of Memphis", "Everybody Knows"), Pam Tillis ("Calico Plains"), Deana Carter ("We Danced Anyway"), The Dixie Chicks ("If I Fall You're Going Down With Me"), and Gretchen Wilson ("I Dont Feel Like Loving You Today").
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He came into to town in the early springtime
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to work with my daddy down in the mines
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It was hot in the summer when he said good-bye
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and he left me a secret I can no longer hide...
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Now the only thing here that is welcoming me
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is a cold rainy morning and a Greyhound bus seat
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He just had to come back and try to explain
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Cry for your daughter Appalacian rain...
CHORUS:
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Mountains of sorrow , mountains of pain
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you'll never give for my baby a name
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my family's honor , took it away
A E A
cry for your daughter , Appalacian rain...
VERSE 2
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I was washed in the blood in the river you filled
A E A
Now the sound of a shotgun rings through the hills
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and the blood of her father runs through it's veins
A E A
Cry for your daughter , Appalacian rain...
CHORUS REPETED;Then the ending;
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Tears in the holler , tears of my shame
A E A
Cry for your daughter , Appalacian rain...
He came into to town in the early springtime
A E A
to work with my daddy down in the mines
D
It was hot in the summer when he said good-bye
A E A
and he left me a secret I can no longer hide...
D A F#m
Now the only thing here that is welcoming me
A E A
is a cold rainy morning and a Greyhound bus seat
D
He just had to come back and try to explain
A E A
Cry for your daughter Appalacian rain...
CHORUS:
D A D
Mountains of sorrow , mountains of pain
A E A
you'll never give for my baby a name
D A D Dsus2
my family's honor , took it away
A E A
cry for your daughter , Appalacian rain...
VERSE 2
A D A F#m
I was washed in the blood in the river you filled
A E A
Now the sound of a shotgun rings through the hills
D
and the blood of her father runs through it's veins
A E A
Cry for your daughter , Appalacian rain...
CHORUS REPETED;Then the ending;
D A D Dsus2
Tears in the holler , tears of my shame
A E A
Cry for your daughter , Appalacian rain...
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