Copperhill

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

Judgement fell with 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

You can’t hear the song of a 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

Look what they've done to Copperhill

The risk was high

But was pay good a man could make ten more 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

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

The trees are bare and the land is wasted

You can’t hear the song of a 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

Look what they've done to Copperhill

Oooohh

Oooohh

Every once in a while I drive back there to remember

They say maybe some day the trout come back to the river

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

The trees are bare and the land is wasted

You can’t hear the song of a 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

Look what they've done to Copperhill

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