Banks of the Brandywine

There's an echo underground

There's an echo underground

There's an echo and it sounds so hollow hollow

An echo underground

There's an echo underground

In the ink black dark by the banks of the river

Hey man what do you see

Tangled in the roots of a hickory tree

Red suitcase on the cold cold ground

Another Jane Doe from another coal town

Laid down on the banks of the river

There's an echo underground

There's an echo underground

There's an echo and it sounds so hollow hollow

An echo underground

There's an echo underground

In the ink black dark by the banks of the river

Look him in the eye

Can you look him in the eye

Can you look him in the eye so hollow hollow

With the passing of the light

You can sink into the night

In the ink black dark by the banks of the river

Immigrant boy with a pretty young wife

Gonna hitch a rider to an easier life

Copper red hair gettin' ground to rust

Underneath the wheels of a coal train

Nothing but a lost soul far from home

A name on an anonymous stone

Grab your bag and run away run away

All of the ghosts of the line have gone away

You're better off far away anyway

One way ticket home

Grab a bag and run away run away

All of the ghosts of the line have gone away

You're better off far away anyway

One way ticket home

Round here it's understood

Out of wedlock and you're out for good

Swingin' in the air on a rope so strong

Her baby cried loud but he didn't cry long

No more tears on the banks of the river

There's an echo underground

There's an echo underground

There's an echo and it sounds so hollow hollow

An echo underground

There's an echo underground

In the ink black dark by the banks of the river

Look him in the eye

Can you look him in the eye

Can you look him in the eye so hollow hollow

With the passing of the light

You can sink into the night

In the ink black dark by the banks of the Brandywine