Lyrics
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 the ill 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 the line Get your ration script on time And woman, I could see it killing you
Now the soft new snows of December Lightly fall my cabin 'round Saw the last train from Poor Valley Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound
It's been coming on I knew you soon would be gone Leaving 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 But I never could somehow For a miners 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
Now the soft new snows of December Lightly fall my cabin 'round Saw the last train from Poor Valley Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound
Now the soft new snows of December Lightly fall my cabin 'round Saw that last train from Poor Valley Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound
Saw the last train from Poor Valley Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound