Howdy doo, the beau-tee-ful
bluegrass song and field.
Banjo strummin’, heartbeat thuddin’,
Kentucky ale’s ate like a sin worth lovin’.
Yeehaw, these wild horses gallop
in southern wilderness of country men
with shotguns ready, their aim steady.
Foreigner or native? These Appalachian
mountains knows no difference, no defense
against the savagery wrought by mankind.
They brought themselves here, these white men
displacing color to each their own beauty.
Their hearts harden into black clumps of coal
that their kind wants to burn.