Last Train from Poor Valley

It was good one time
Everything was mighty fine
The coal tipples roared day and night
But things they got slow for no reason that I know
And the ill winds they hove into sight

Now the mines all closed down
Everybody laid around
There wasn't very much that you could do
Except stand in the line
Get your ration script on time
And woman, I could see it killing you

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin 'round
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound

It's been coming on
I knew you soon would be gone
Leaving crossed your mind every day
Then you said to me
Things are bad at home you see
I think I'd better be on my way

I should blame you now
But I never could somehow
For a miners wife, you weren't cut out to be
Well, it wasn't what you thought
Just some dreams, Lord, you bought
When you left your home and ran away with me

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin 'round
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin 'round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound

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