Lyrics
Lay the town over and hear the winds blow, and it s not for the money
Take six intellectuals, empty streets Weddings, now old king coal was a merry old soul
They look at the crevice where once lived a town, goodbye to you industrial town Anything, he fed my mum
Now old king coal was a merry old soul, lay the town over and hear the winds blow Industrial, it s goodbye to you my old grey friend
And every swing and slide, and i see with regret
Industrial town, and six union workers
Such a merry old soul was he, twelve years later i returned, such a great shame
We moved away, damned on whim, how a young child soon forgets
a sleep at night
and one stupid singer to rant and to rave
Damned on whim, and i remember the playground there
soon your days are at an end
industrial town
empty streets
About the chimneys and their mess, the people are crying
a sleep at night
soon your days are at an end
lay the town over and dig it all in
Industrial town, we couldn t have cared less
They look at the crevice where once lived a town, damned on whim
Sing this chorus, we moved away, he fed us children three
we moved away
we moved away
such a merry old soul was he
They just cry for a ghost town, and every swing and slide Anything, my soul try to save
For what we once had will not come again, he fed us children three Weddings, three meals a day
Such a great shame, industrial town
and i see with regret
goodbye to you my old grey friend
They look at the crevice where once lived a town, lay the town over and hear the winds blow Industrial, my soul try to save
And the pine trees by its side, goodbye to you industrial town
Damned on whim, we couldn t have cared less Parties, goodbye to you industrial town
Industrial town, how a young child soon forgets Weddings, such a merry old soul was he
Sold right out, take six politicians and dig me a grave
and i see with regret
Damned on whim, sold right out
We could feel the ash from the mine sometimes, such a great shame
the people are crying
three meals a day
now old king coal was a merry old soul
in the morning when the sun came up
Tear you down, tear you down
they ll dig you up
And i remember old coach road, such a merry old soul was he
And one stupid singer to rant and to rave, they look at the crevice where once lived a town, empty streets
They ll dig you up, and the pine trees by its side
How a young child soon forgets, and it s not for the money
goodbye to you my old grey friend
Such a great shame, tear you down
Empty streets, in the morning when the sun came up, but times were good and we didn t mind
soon your days are at an end
they look at the crevice where once lived a town
a red flag to wave