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This was a town took care of it's own. |
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That's what me and my children have known. |
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I worked the mill the way my parents did. |
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I remember this town when I was a kid. |
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Sitting through the movies twice, |
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Open windows late at night, |
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Slipping out in the summer heat, |
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To meet John Miller in the middle of the street. |
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They laid a highway a few years back, |
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Next town over by the railroad track. |
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Some nights, I'm glad it passed us by. |
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Some nights, I sit and watch my hometown die. |
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I'm fifty-five and when the mill burned down, |
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I wasn't much past a pretty young gal. |
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The boss lit a match in the oily night, |
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Cops never had enough to set it right. |
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So while the company traded with our lives, |
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We were busy watching the slow moon rise, |
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Dancing on the high grass ridge, |
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Making love down by the Cedar County Bridge. |
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They laid a highway a few years back, |
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Next town over by the railroad track. |
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Some nights, I'm glad it passed us by. |
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Some nights, I sit and watch my hometown die. |
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They never came to tear that old place down. |
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They roped it off, but you can walk around. |
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See the dust on the rusted doors. |
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Watch the rain fall through the burned out floors. |
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This was a town took care of it's own. |
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This was a town doing fine all alone. |
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The mill got out at a-quarter to five. |
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You could eat supper with any family you liked. |
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They laid a highway a few years back. |
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Next town over by the railroad track. |
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Some nights, I'm glad it passed us by. |
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Some nights, I sit and watch this mill town die. |