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