Hickory, Walnut & Pine

Heard saws on the mountain, saw the trucks rumble by

Filing past like a funeral line

Those big iron trailers were piled up high

With hickory, walnut and pine

Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a train

As it's barrelin' on down the line

They'll cut down the trees and they’ll name your new streets

Hickory, walnut and pine

The mountain top's flattened, the hickory's gone

The streams run black as a cuss

My father's been out in the barn more and more

Since the mining went bad and then worse

I heard his old saw, I heard his old plane

I heard his cough worsen with time

Now I stand where he lays in a box that he made

Out of hickory, walnut and pine

My children have left for the big city jobs

I'll remain my fate to unwind

And I'll dream of the day when the wind called my name

Through hickory, walnut and pine

Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a train

As it's barrelin' on down the line

They'll cut down the trees and they’ll name your new streets

Hickory, walnut and pine

Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a train

And you can't stop the passing of time

They'll cut down the trees and name your new streets

Hickory, walnut and pine

Hickory, walnut and pine

Hickory, walnut and pine