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Draglines

Deborah Silverstein
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Coalport PA
Just a little town, tucked too far away
For anyone to know
But the folks born and raised for six generations
Working day by day
Tryin' to keep themselves a home [alive]

Draglines at my heart, they're tearing us apart
And the mountainside where we were born
Must I weep and mourn
For the land that took ten million years to form
Now all my eyes can see are just the bleeding scars across the mountainside
Across the mountainside

Our neighbours down the road
They farmed twelve acres, worked a heavy load
Always dirt though they tried
‘til the coal company came through
Said “We'll mine your land, take the burden off of you
And we'll see that you get by.”

Draglines at my heart, they're tearing us apart
And the mountainside where we were born
Must I weep and mourn
For the land that took ten million years to form
Now all my eyes can see are just the bleeding scars across the mountainside
Across the mountainside

First they tore down their homes
Where the grandma, all the kids were born
They just tossed it all aside
Then came the big machines
Ripped up the trees and muddied all the streams
While the family stood and cried

Draglines at my heart, they're tearing us apart
And the mountainside where we were born
Take warning that the stormclouds will come and block out the sun
That's shining on the folks who seek their fortunes off the families who have died
Trying to survive, across the mountainside.


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