Hi, - here are the lyrics from the CD booklet. You can get theCD from Folk-Legacy Records. Rick and Folk-Legacy could use the money.
-Joe Offer-

COMPANY TOWN
(Alan MacRae/Rick Fielding)

      Dm
  Bad news going 'round in the company town.
  
  Hard-rock miner, your world's come a-tumbling down.
  
  The company shares are six points down; city boys are talking.
                                       Am                Dm
  Well, they're talking 'bout closing down your company town.
  
  City boys never set foot in the company town.
  Wouldn't know high-grade gold from a hole in the ground.
  They're sitting mighty pretty, they've made a big killing; sold this town down the drain.
  Can't you hear them old-timers a-turning in their graves?
  
  Am                                          Dm
  Hard-rock miner, you got gold dust in your shoes.
  
  Working on the graveyard, and you paid your dues.
  
  You been sweating blood for a lousy, stinking dollar and change
                           Am                   Dm
  To keep the tickertapes rolling on the stock exchange.

Company town, you were a-booming in the good old days.
You were on the road to riches; Lady Luck smiled your way.
Now when I go to join my friends on high, it's "So long, company town."
You'll be the hard-rock miner's burying ground.
You're gonna be the hard-rock miner's burying ground.

Company town, you're just a shadow of the days gone by.
The young can't wait to leave here; the old just wait to die.
And the only ones to mourn for you are the ghosts of miners gone.
Just a memory of another company town.

Hard-rock miner, you got gold dust...

Bad news going 'round in the company town.
Hard-rock miner, your world's come a-tumbling down.
The company shares are six points down; the city boys are talking.
Well, they're talking 'bout closing down your company town.
Just a memory of another company town.
You're gonna be the hard-rock miner's burying ground.




Rick's Notes: The first songwriter I ever met in the flesh was a stocky little Scotsman named Alan MacRae. He was irascible, irrepressible, irresponsible, and probably every thing else beginning with "ir." Alan wrote songs about his days as a gold miner in the far north, and would enjoy telling harrowing stories about his close calls and near-disasters underground. (I suspect that some of them may even have been true!) He left the mines eventually for the less life-threatening profession of the balladeer, but with Alan's excesses it was only marginally less dangerous. I've added a verse to "Company Town," but I'm sure his ghost approves. He was a truly unique man and I miss him greatly.