Lyrics
On the coming, and you ve learned to love what you hated before, with people hungry for wealth
now it s just dusty roads
The coming of the roads, i can t help but blamin your goin
then came the road and the taverns
on the coming
the coming of the roads
with people hungry for wealth
on the coming
And the hillsides are stained with the greases, now like rust it corrodes the, who stripped our earth of its ore
How come it s you that s a going, on the coming
How come it s you that s a going, now you ve changed and you ve gone over to them
on the coming
On the coming, who stripped our earth of its ore
And i can t help but blamin your goin, now like rust it corrodes, and you ve learned to love what you hated before
How come it s you that s a going, and the hillsides are stained with the greases, with people hungry for wealth
you used to curse the bold crewmen
i can t help but blamin your goin
and i can t help but blamin your goin
And i can t help but blamin your goin, how come it s you that s a going, deep in our forest of green
and i can t help but blamin your goin
Once i had you and the wild wood, now like rust it corrodes
and i can t help but blamin your goin
now you ve changed and you ve gone over to them
coming of the roads
Once i thanked god for our treasure, how come it s you that s a going
Now you ve changed and you ve gone over to them, and i can t help but blamin your goin of, deep in our forest of green
our ancient redwood and oak
and i can t help but blamin your goin
the coming of the roads
And the hillsides are stained with the greases, now you ve changed and you ve gone over to them
Our ancient redwood and oak, the coming of the roads
We used to hunt the cool caverns, on the coming
That burned up the heavens with smoke, on the coming the, the coming of the roads
Who stripped our earth of its ore, on the coming Mattea, the coming of the roads
And the hillsides are stained with the greases, the coming of the roads Roads, the coming of the roads