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Now, where
have all the people gone,
As here I look around,
And see a lot of empty space,
Where once there was a town?
A town
built by 'The Company',
A place to raise our kids,
But now the mine is shutting down,
And we are on the 'skids'.
A promise
made, but never kept,
We trusted and obeyed,
They said that business would be good,
But then they never stayed.
And we
are left with nothing more,
Than holes dug in the ground,
And that is where we ought to be,
For that is where we're bound.
A lousy
place to raise our kids,
Then one day we'll be dead,
Our dreams were never meant to be,
Just fighting for our bread.
I hear a
town is being built,
A hundred miles away,
A mine they're digging underground,
I wonder if they'll stay.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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