River's high this time of year
I watched it tear down my plow
There's no more fishing in that lake
Cause run off's killed most of them out
But that old mine up the road is still going strong
Mama says: "that won't last very long"
I know this old town by heart
Every corner, every curve
The funeral home's the nicest place
At least they've got some honest work
But that old mine up the road is still going strong
Mama says: "that won't last very long"
Generations come and gone
All we have left here to show
Hollowed hills we call a home
And blackened field full of bones
But that old mine up the road is still going strong
Mama says: "that won't last very long"