Del McCoury Band - Dont follow me in

^GHeard a voice call down from the lonesome ^DNorth ^G Singin' songs of work and ^Dworth.^C Hard-edged stories from the hard rock ^Gtowns. I can picture Saturday ^Dnight,^G Tires squealin' from te main street ^Dlight;^C Hear the creakin' of the cables on the cage as it's lowered ^Gdown.^C Hard-edged stories from the streets of the minin' ^Gtown.

Don't follow me ^Gin, boys! Don't follow me ^Din, boys! Don't follow me ^Emin, boys!^C Don't follow me ^Gdown!

^GI was raised on the mountain ^Dside,^G Starin' out on the river ^Dwide.^C Rode the back of the bridge; looked back at the ol' saw^Gmill. Through the windows I'd try to ^Dsee ^G What the future held for the ^Dlikes of me.^C I can hear the shift-change sirens ^Gstill ^C In the mountain city by the stacks at the ol' saw^Gmill.

Don't follow me ^Gin, boys! Don't follow me ^Din, boys! Don't follow me ^Emin, boys!^C Don't follow me ^Gdown!

^GAnd the towns that rose with the mines and the ^Dmills ^G Watch the future pass like they're standin' ^Dstill,^C And the kids all leave like light when the sun goes ^Gdown. When you go back now, and you walk the ^Dstreets,^G There's parking lots where the buildings ^Dused to be. ^C Night still falls, but it doesn't make a ^Gsound.^C Long shadows fall on the streets of the ol' mill ^Gtown.

Don't follow me ^Gin, boys! Don't follow me ^Din, boys! Don't follow me ^Emin, boys!^C Don't follow me ^Gdown!