"Rust On The Rails" lyrics

Tom Paxton, Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer Lyrics

"Rust On The Rails"

The wind in the jack pines keeps on blowin'
But it feels like a different wind these days
It sounds like the wind I know from always
But it seems to call for different ways

Rust on the rails where a coal train used to run
Black smoke used to drown the sky
Boarded up windows means this poor old town is done
I can see it's done but Lord, I don't know why

No more whistles blowing through the station
No more tickets take you where you please
No more dark trips a mile underground
Almighty dollar brought us to our knees

And the coal companies made a lot of money
The miners and their families paid the price
Now we're starting over and it's hard as hell to do
You can say it once and I will say it twice

Rust on the rails where a coal train used to run
Black smoke used to drown the sky
Boarded up windows means this poor old town is done
I can see it's done but Lord, I don't know why

A crazy man will do the same thing over
Thinking this time it'll work out fine
This town bet its soul on the promise of king coal
Now we're stranded at the end of the line

Rust on the rails where a coal train used to run
Black smoke used to drown the sky
Boarded up windows means this poor old town is done
I can see it's done but Lord, I don't know why
Yes I see it's done but Lord, I don't know why


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