Norman Blake - Last Train From Poor Valley | Текст песни

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• Last Train From Poor Valley

It was good one time
Everything was mighty fine
The coal tipple roared day and night
And things they got slow
For reasons I don't know
And chill winds they pulled into sight

The mines they closed down
Everybody lay around
There wasn't very much left to do
'Cept stand in that line
Get your ration script on time
And woman I could see it killin' you

Chorus
Now the soft new snow of December
Lightly falls my cabin around
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Bringing brown-haired Becky Richmond bound

It's been comin' on I know
You soon will be gone
Leavin' crossed your mind every day
[Then you said to me]
"Things are bad back home, you see
I guess I'd better be on my way"

[chorus]

I should hate you now
But I never could somehow
A miner's wife you weren't cut out to be
It wasn't what you thought
Just some dreams that you bought
When you left home and ran away with me

[chorus]
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Bringing brown-haired Becky Richmond bound