The Men They Couldn't Hang - Industrial Town lyrics

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.