Norman Blake
Last Train From Poor Valley
[Verse 1]
It was good one time, everything was mighty fine
The coal tipples roared day and night
But things they got slow for no reasons that I know
And the ills winds they hove into sight
Now, the mines all closed down, everybody laid around
There wasn’t very much that you could do
Except stand in that line, get your ration script on time
Woman, I could see it killin’ you
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
It's been comin’ on, you soon would be gone
Leavin’ crossed your mind every day
Then you said to me, "Things are bad at home, you see
I think I’d better be on my way"
I should blame you now, I never could somehow
For a miner’s wife, you weren’t cut out to be
Well, it wasn’t what you thought, just some dreams, Lord, you bought
When you left your home and ran away with me
[Chorus]
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
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
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin' brown-haired Becky Richmond bound