Hickory

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I was born in the shadow of a 
  C         G
Tennessee mountain
                        D
In a slower and gentler time
      C                   G
In a cabin my grandfather built with
 his hands
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Out of hickory walnut and pine

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We hunted those hills, my father 
    G
and I
                          D
So far from the bustle of town
        C                       G
But I'd soon see a whole way of life
 start to fade
        G                      D
As the mines all began to shut down

G                                 
Heard saws on the mountain, saw 
  C             G
the trucks rumble by
                           D
Filing past like a funeral line
      C                      G
Those big iron trailers were piled 
up high
     G        D          G
With Hickory, Walnut and Pine

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[Chorus]
        C                        
Call it progress or a shame, well 
     G
you can't stop a train
                              D
As it's barrelin' on down the line
C                              G
They'll cut down the trees and name 
your new streets
 G       D          G
Hickory, Walnut and Pine

[Verse]
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Now the mountain top's flattened, 
    C         G
the hickory's gone
                               D
And the streams run black as a curse
    C                       G
My father's been out in the barn 
more and more
          G                        
Since the mining went bad and then 
D
worse

G                           C    
Well I heard his old saw, I heard
         G
 his old plane
                              D
I heard his cough worsen with time
       C                       G
Now I stand where he lays in a box 
that he made
        G       D          G
Out of hickory, walnut and pine

G                              C 
My children have left, for the 
       G
big city jobs
                        D
I'll remain, my fate to unwind
         C                         
And I'll dream of the days when the
  G
 wind called my name
        G        D          G
Through hickory, walnut and pine

[Chorus]
        C                        
Call it progress or a shame, well 
     G
you can't stop a train
And you can't stop the marching of 
D
time
C                              G
They'll cut down the trees and name 
your new streets
G        D          G
Hickory, Walnut and Pine