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Last Train From Poor Valley Norman Blake Key: C Capo: 1 VS 1: It was good one time. Every-thing was mighty fine The coal tipples roared day and night But things they got slow, for no reason that I know And the ill winds hove into sight. VS 2: Now the mines all closed down. Every-body laid a-round There wasn't very much that you could do Except stand in line, get your ration script on time And, woman, I could see it killin' you. CH: Now the soft new snows of De-cem-ber Lightly fall my cabin round So that last train from Poor Valley Takin' brown-haired Becky Richmond-bound VS 3: It's been coming on, I knew you soon would be gone Leavin' crossed your mind every day Then you said to me, Things are bad back home you see I think I'd better be on my way. VS 4: I should blame you now, Lord, I never could somehow For a miner's wife you weren't cut out to be Well, it wasn't what you thought, just some dreams that you bought When you left your home and ran away with me CH: Now the soft new snows of De-cem-ber Lightly fall my cabin round Saw that last train from Poor Valley Takin' brown-haired Becky Richmond-bound |