Last Train From Poor Valley Songtext
von Norman Blake & Tony Rice

It was good one time
Everything was mighty fine
The coal tipples roared day and night
Then things they got slow for no reason that I know
And the i′ll winds they hove into sight

Now the mines all closed down
Everybody laid around
There wasn't very much left to do
Except stand in that line
And get your ration script on time
And woman i could see it killin you

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin ′round
And the last train from poor valley
Is takin brown haired Becky Richmond-bound


It's been comin on i know
Soon you would be gone
Leavin crossed your mind everyday
Then you said to me
Things are bad back home you see
I think i better be on my way

I should blame you now,
But i never could somehow
A miners 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

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin ′round
And the last train from poor valley
Is takin brown haired Becky Richmond-bound

Saw the last train from poor valley
Takin brown haired Beck Richmond-bound