G C G I was born in the shadow of a Tennessee mountainD In a slower and gentler timeC G In a cabin my grandfather built with his handsG D G Out of hickory walnut and pineG C G We hunted those hills, my father and ID So far from the bustle of townC G But I'd soon see a whole way of life start to fadeG D As the mines all began to shut downG C G Heard saws on the mountain, saw the trucks rumble byD Filing past like a funeral lineC G Those big iron trailers were piled up highG D G With Hickory, Walnut and PineContinúa después del anuncio[Chorus]C G Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a trainD As it's barrelin' on down the lineC G They'll cut down the trees and name your new streetsG D G Hickory, Walnut and Pine [Verse]G C G Now the mountain top's flattened, the hickory's goneD And the streams run black as a curseC G My father's been out in the barn more and moreG D Since the mining went bad and then worseG C G Well I heard his old saw, I heard his old planeD I heard his cough worsen with timeC G Now I stand where he lays in a box that he madeG D G Out of hickory, walnut and pineG C G My children have left, for the big city jobsD I'll remain, my fate to unwindC G And I'll dream of the days when the wind called my nameG D G Through hickory, walnut and pine [Chorus]C G Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a trainD And you can't stop the marching of timeC G They'll cut down the trees and name your new streetsG D G Hickory, Walnut and Pine
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