Industrial town Songtext

von The Men They Couldn't Hang

Down in the valley, the valley so low,
Lay the town over, hear the winds blow,
Lay the town over, dig it all in,
For what we once had will not come again.

The people are crying, the people are down
They look at the crevice where once lived a town,
And it's not for the money, it's not for the blame,
They just cry for a ghost town, that's such a great shame.

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he,
Cause he fed my dad and he fed my mum,
Kept us children three,
And I remember Old Coach Road,
And the pine trees by its side
And I remember the playground there,
And every swing and slide

It's goodbye to you my old grey friend,
Soon your days are at an end,
They'll dig you up, tear you down,
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town.

In the morning when the sun came up,
On commission housing there,
You could feel the ash from the mine some time,
Come floating through the air,
But times were good and we didn't mind
About the chimneys and their mess,
Three meals a day, a sleep at night,
We couldn't have cared less.

Time moved on, we moved way,
How a young child soon forgets,
Twelve years later I returned,
And I see with regret,
Emtpy houses, empty streets,
Not a single soul to meet,
Sold right out, damned on whim,
Sing this chorus, sing this hymn.