Last Train from Poor Valley

Well it was good one time everything was mighty fine

The coal tipples roared day and night

But things they got slow for no reason that I know

And ill winds they hove into sight

The mines all closed down everybody laid around

There wasn't very much that you could do

Except stand in that line to get your ration script on time

And woman I could see it killin' you

It's been a comin' on I knew soon you would be gone

Leavin' crossed your mind every day

Then you said to me things are bad at home you see

I guess I'd better be on my way

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 dreams Lord that you'd bought

When you left your home and ran away with me