The Graves

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There will be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let them move the graves

Mama refused to sell our land
Said she never would
When they bought the farms all around her
She held out as long as she could
When the men came to her house
To pressure her once more
She wouldn’t sign the papers
Until they had swore

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There will be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let them move the graves

The top soil is turned under
The trees were all bulldozed
The hills are gone with my childhood home
They’ve stripped all the coal
There’s only dying flowers
And a veteran’s flag waving
Stuck in the dirt above
Those who are still there laying

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves
There will be no rest tonight
She haunts me in my dreams
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I can hear her worried voice saying
Don’t let them move the graves child
Don’t let them move the graves

My family was poor farmers
With their blood sweat and tears
Worked this land for a hundred years
And most of them can be found
Laid to rest there in that ground

Don’t let them move the graves
Don’t let them move the graves