Smoke driftin' from a wood fire
Way back in the pines of carolina...
Closing down store...one year more
Of coming up short
Chorus:
Hung heads and heavy sighs
Winter comin' on
What lil' was left is
Long....since....gone
The fields? They're all barren
Factory up & moved it overseas
Boarded up town
Ghosts walkin' the streets
And they all say one thing
Back on "the hil"l
It ain't come back yet
Maybe it never will
Old ways...old paths
All of 'em drowned...in a sea of progress
History doubles back...to shake hands with you
When you've got nothing to trade on...you've nothing left
to lose
