LAST TRAIN FROM POOR VALLEY
Norman Blake

It was good one time
Everything was mighty fine
The coal tipple rolled day and night
And things they got slow
For reasons I don't know
And the chill winds they pulled into sight

The mine's all closed down
Everybody layin' around
There wasn't very much left to do
But to stand in that line
Get your rations strict on time
And woman I could see it killin' you

CHORUS: Now the soft new snow of December
Lightly falls my cabin round
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Bringing brown-haired Becky Richmond bound

Been comin' all night long
Soon we'll be gone
Leavin' crossed your mind everyday
And then you said to me
"Things are bad back home you see"
I guess I'd better be on my way

I should hate you now
But I never could somehow
A miner's wife you were not cut out to be
It wasn't what you thought
Just some dreams you bought
When you left home and ran away with me

Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Bringing brown-haired Becky Richmond bound