I am the one who stayed behind
While the others were going away
To the mills of Chicago, to the plants of Detroit
For the promise of a five dollar day
They would come by in December
While the folks were alive
With gifts from the money they made
And they’d talk of the nights ‘neath the city
And wonder I stayed
(And I’d them)
a morning
can’t hear a whippoorwill out the street
me a good of land back
While life on, life
I took the train out of Corbin headed north
To a of mine
he’d talk to his foreman to me a job
Working graveyard assembly
And I there with making factory pay
But soul alone
And it four in the morning I shut down machine
And I told going home”
a morning
can’t hear a whippoorwill out the street
me a good of land back
While life life
me a good of land
And back
While life
While life
While life
