| This was a town took care of it’s own
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| That’s what me and my children have known
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| I worked the mill the way my parents did
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| I remember this town when I was a kid
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| Sitting through the movies twice
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| Open windows late at night
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| Slipping out in the summer heat
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| To meet John Miller in the middle of the street
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| They laid a highway a few years back
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| Next town over by the railroad track
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| Some nights, I’m glad it passed us by Some nights, I sit and watch my hometown die
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| I’m fifty-five and when the mill burned down
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| I wasn’t much past a pretty young gal
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| Boss lit a match in the oily night
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| Cops never had enough to set it right
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| So while the company traded with our lives
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| We were busy watching that slow moon rise
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| Dancing on the dry grass bridge
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| Making love down by the Cedar County Bridge
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| They laid a highway a few years back
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| Next town over by the railroad track
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| Some nights, I’m glad it passed us by Some nights, I sit and watch my hometown die
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| They never came to tear that old place down
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| They roped it off, but you can walk around
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| See the rust on the painted doors
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| Watch the rain fall through the burned out floors
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| This was a town took care of it’s own
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| This was a town doing fine all alone
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| The mill got out a quarter to five
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| You could eat supper with any family you liked
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| They laid a highway a few years back
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| Next town over by the railroad track
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| Some nights, I’m glad it passed us by Some nights, I sit and watch my hometown die |