Copperhill

A-way outside this little Tennessee town

Just past the Georgia line

You can see the scar where they dug the heart

Out of the mountainside

Judgment fell with the acid rain

Killed everything in sight when the miners came

Now there's a trail of tears leading out of this place

The trees are bare and the land is wasted

Can't hear the song of the whippoorwill

Most of my kin buried up in that ground

You don't live long if you don't get out

Look what they've done to Copperhill

The risk was high but the pay was good

A man could make ten more a week

While the children played on the slag and clay

Their daddy worked underneath

No, the mine don't care if another one dies

Just the fatherless and the widow wives

And there's a trail of tears leading out of this place

Trees are bare and the land is wasted

Can't hear the song of the whippoorwill, no

Most of my kin buried up in that ground

You don't live long if you don't get out

Look what they've done to Copperhill

Ooooh, Oooooh

Every once in awhile

I drive back there to remember

They say maybe someday

The trout'll come back to the river

There's a trail of tears leading out of this place

Trees are bare and the land is wasted

Can't hear the song of the whippoorwill

No, no

Most of my kin buried up in that ground

You don't live long if you don't get out

Look what they've done to Copperhill

Look what they've done to Copperhill

Look what they've done

Look what they've done

A-way outside this little Tennessee town

Just past the Georgia line

You can see the scar where they dug the heart

Out of the mountainside