| Now that our mountain is growing
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| With people hungry for wealth
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| How come it’s you that’s a going
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| And I’m left all alone by myself?
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| We used to hunt the cool caverns
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| Deep in our forest of green
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| Then came the road and the taverns
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| And you found a new love it seems
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| Once I had you and the wild wood
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| Now it’s just dusty roads
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| And I can’t help but blamin' your goin'
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| On the coming, the coming of the roads
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| Look how they’ve cut all to pieces
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| Our ancient redwood and oak
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| And the hillsides are stained with the greases
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| That burned up the heavens with smoke
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| You used to curse the bold crewmen
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| Who stripped our earth of its ore
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| Now you’ve changed and you’ve gone over to them
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| And you’ve learned to love what you hated before
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| Once I thanked God for our treasure
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| Now like rust it corrodes
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| And I can’t help but blamin' your goin'
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| On the coming, the coming of the roads
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| Once I thanked God for our treasure
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| Now like rust it corrodes
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| And I can’t help but blamin' your goin'
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| On the coming, the coming of the roads
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| No, I can’t help but blamin' your goin'
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| On the coming, coming of the roads |