I heard the sound of Dolly sing - and I breathed in every note
Stories told through melody with equal pain to hope
It was modern appalachia - so ancient, so free
It began to sew the fabric of me
(Then) I heard the voice of Mahalia and I beamed with a childish grin
She sang to me about her Jesus and I wanted to know Him
It was modern appalachia - so old, so new
When the sacred met the sorrow, (i knew) it was true
Finding out who we are - Finding out who we are
Every day we're finding out
Then I heard the sound of Bill Frisell - I stopped right there and wept
Without a word, just notes he played, painted pictures on the fret
It was modern appalachia - so ancient, and so free
Speaking straight to every color in me
I heard the voice of Paul Brady and every hair did rise
I wondered how a sound so pure was this side of the skies
It was modern Appalachia - so old, so new
It became part of the landscape I view
Finding out who we are
We're finding out who we are
Every day we're finding out