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Artiste:
Jeffrey Foucault
Titre:
Ballad of Copper Junction
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My father laid the trees down He broke them with his hands Last year he died and left me nothing But this frame I fill A union card And a pair of workman's hands And I was brought up in the north of here In Copper Junction town Where there ain't no longer Any copper in the ground Just the reservation land Empty logging towns Paper mills And drawers of hand me downs In 1964 I was seventeen years old I got caught up in the draft I did like I was told And spent a pair of too long years Too young to be so old Well it don't make too much sense Just to come in from the cold But I guess I never did I guess I never did Back home it was the bottle Back to work with my old man But we didn't get on so good It wasn't like we planned And the last I saw of him He's so drunk he couldn't stand And that wagon's rolling empty So I got myself cleaned up I was married for a while But that ring it just kept falling off And sometimes I wonder why But now it's years ago and faded From whiskey and from rye And I wonder if it matters My father laid the trees down He broke them with his hands And now I'm just like him I got nowhere left to stand And that wagon's rolling empty And I've got nothing but the frame I fill A union card And a pair of workman's hands