Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They're Tearin' The Labor Camps Down, artist - Merle Haggard. Album song Vintage Collections, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Capitol Records Nashville
Song language: English
They're Tearin' The Labor Camps Down |
I guess it’s no secret eh that I did a few years in San Quentin |
And on my release I noticed that a lot of different things had come to pass |
While I was out of circulation |
Like the girls dresses were shorter and the freeways were wider |
And the ole steam engines were gone forever |
But the one thing I noticed most of all down through the San Joachin valley |
Was the disapperance of so many labor camps |
Where once I’d lived from time to time myself |
I noticed that that one there at Houston California was gone |
And the ole crown’s camp that lie between Formosa and Bakersfield |
Was just a barren spot with a few cottonwood trees |
And surrounded by an olive orchard |
Tho a few still remain like the ole blackburn’s camp out on weepatch highway |
It was an evident fact that someone was tryin' to do away with them all |
And I couldn’t help but wonder what’s gonna happen to the farm workers |
And the fruit pickers who move from town to town |
The man with the big family who can’t afford the ole high standard of livin' |
And was these thoughts and my mem’ries that inspired me to write this song |
I came back to this ole town cause my home was here |
And to try to find some things I’d left behind |
Tho' I’ve only been away for just a few short years |
But I’d forgot about the pace of modern times. |
I saw changes all around me and some were good |
But I hardly recognized my side of town |
They tore down the swingin' casing from the cottowood |
And that tree was all that marked familar ground. |
Oh, they’re tearin' the labor camps down |
And I feel a little sentimental shame |
Where’s a hungry man gonna live at in this town |
Oh, they’re tearin' the labor camps down. |
The Hilltop family market had been moved somewhere |
And the name was changed to fit the newer homes |
The folks that I remember were no longer there |
And the cabin that my daddy built was gone. |
Oh, they’re tearin' the labor camps down |
And I feel a little sentimental shame |
Where’s a hungry man gonna live at in this town |
Oh, they’re tearin' the labor camps down. |
They’re tearin' the labor camps down |
And I feel a little sentimental shame |
Where’s a hungry man gonna live at in this town |
Oh, they’re tearin' the labor camps down… |