Athensville

White smoke rising

Countryside

The fields lie frozen beneath the snow

Dark trees stand tall

Setting sun falls

Holding secrets no one knows

And the dogs are barking still

You can hear ‘em from Sugar Hill

Where the cemetery’s filled

With the ghosts

Of Athensville

Robbie’s drinking

To keep from feeling

Washing all his demons down

She calls him selfish

He calls it restless

And the whistle blows on the edge of town

And the train is running still

You can see it from Sugar Hill

Where the cemetery’s filled

With the ghosts

Of Athensville

There ain’t no use in trying

He made up his mind

He would rather wander

Than live someone else’s life

He’s seen the ones before him

Get swallowed by their fear

But he ain’t afraid of dying

Just dying here

So you won’t find him standing still

Like the pines on sugar hill

Where the cemetery’s filled

With the ghosts

And the snow is falling still

Covered all of Sugar Hill

Where the cemetery’s filled

With the ghosts

Where the cemetery’s filled

With all the ghosts

Where the cemetery’s filled

With the ghosts

Of Athensville