Down in the valley, the valley so low
Lay the town over and hear the winds blow
Lay the town over and dig it all in
For what we once had will not come again
The people are crying, the people are down
They look to the crevice where once laid a town
And it's not for the money, it's not for the blame
They just cry for a ghost town, that's such a great shame
Take six politicians to dig me a grave
Six intellectuals, my soul try to save
And six union workers, a red flag to wave
And one stupid singer to rant and to rave
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
A merry old soul was he
He fed my dad, he fed my mum
He kept us children three
And I remember Old Coach Road
And the pine trees by its side
And I remember the playground there
And every swing and slide
It's goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, tear you down
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town
In the morning when the sun came up
On commission housing there
You could see the ash from the mine some time
Floating through the air
But times were good and we didn't mind
The chimneys and their mess
Three meals a day, a sleep at night
We couldn't have cared less
It's goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, tear you down
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town
Well, time moves on, we moved way
How a young child soon forgets
But twelve years later I returned
And I see with regret
Empty houses, empty streets
Not a single soul to meet
Sold right out, damned on whim
Sing this chorus, sing this hymn
Goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, tear you down
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town
Industrial Town
Industrial Town
Industrial Town.