Written by Ren Michael
I’m looking down, out my window now
I can see the sun somewhere at the edge of town
Though the rain clouds roll, and the thunder pounds
I have to dig my hands in the dirt before I hear the sound
I close me eyes every night and I think of you
Standing by the river ‘neath the light of the Mississippi moon
It’s true I might spend my life getting back to you
I ain’t looking for El Dorado, no
I ain’t even looking to get home
Those streets of gold won’t save me none
if I’m wearing someone else’s clothes
Oh, Appalachian river
Oh, sweet southern night
I try to hold my head up high
in the shadows of the moonlight
I’d caught every theme flowing from the riverbed
I’m trying to find the key to happiness
I thought I had a hold on the antidote to emptiness, well I guess
I’ve long been alone but now I know loneliness
Catfish dancing, on the rock, romancing gone, so it seemed
Still I hear you rolling, humming low in songs, like old dreams
Shadows grow, as your voice echoes across the stream
I ain’t looking for El Dorado, no
I ain’t even looking to get home
Streets of gold won’t save me none
if I’m wearing someone else’s clothes
Oh Appalachian river
Oh sweet southern night
I try to hold my head up high
in the shadows of the streetlight
Every now and then I bled, but I stood tall
Every time I think I’m set now, I find my face in the wall
I might catch some momentum for a second before I stall
As fragments of myself get born again at nightfall
I’m afraid my friends won’t recognize me
Still when I’m alone, I feel a little less lonely
Are you some trick between the trees and the city streets?
Are you here with me?
I ain’t looking for El Dorado, no
I’m just trying to find my way home
No streets of gold will save me
if I’m wearing someone else’s clothes
oh Appalachian river
oh sweet southern night
I try to hold my head up high
in the dim firelight
Ren Michael 