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Last Train From Poor Valley

Norman Blake
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It was good one time, every thing was mighty fine
The coal tipples roared day and night
But things they got slow for no reason that I know
And the ill winds they hove into sight

The mines they all closed down, everybody just laid around
There wasn’t very much that you could do
Except stand in that line, get your ration scrip on time
Woman I could see it killin’ you

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound

It’s been comin’ on, soon you would be gone
Leavin’ crossed your mind every day
Then you said to me, things are bad back home you see
I guess I’d better be on my way

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound

I should blame you now but I never could somehow
A miner’s wife you weren’t cut out to be
It wasn’t what you thought, just some dream, Lord, you bought
When you left home and ran away with me

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound
It was that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound


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