Now that our mountain is growing With people hungry for wealth How come its you thats agoing And Im left all alone by myself? We used to hunt the cool caverns Deep in our forest of green Then came the road and the tavern And you found a new love it seems Once I had you and the wildwood, now its just dusty roads And I cant help but blamin your going On the coming, the coming of the roads Look how theyve cut all to pieces Our ancient redwood and oak And the hillsides are stained with the greases That burned up the heavens with smoke You used to curse the bold crewmen Who stripped our earth of its ore Now youve changed and youve gone over to them And youve learned to love what you hated before Once I thanked God for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes And I cant help but blamin your goin On the coming, the coming of the roads Once I thanked God for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes And I cant help but blamin your goin On the coming, the coming of the roads And I cant help but blamin your goin On the coming, the coming of the roads
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