Coming of the Roads

Coming of the Roads
by Billy Edd Wheeler
Bexhill Music Corp / Quartet Music Inc / ASCAP


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 comin', the comin' of the roads
Look how they've cut all to pieces
Our ancient poplar and oak
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 you've gone over to them
You learned to love what you hated before
Once I thanked God for my treasure
Now like rust it corrodes
And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads