I have a bluegrass soul and a folk face,
the Appalachians are running down my spine,
somehow the country never got out of my life–
and some days all I wanna do is climb up there
and yodel till the horse comes to break me.
And I can’t play guitar and I can barely sing,
losing octaves to the years’ sting,
and I don’t really know what it’s like in Kentucky–
maybe I should consider myself lucky but
I want to yodel till I’m alive again.