Slaid Cleaves - Hickory

^GI was born in the shadow of a ^CTennessee m^Gountain In a slower and gentler ^Dtime In a c^Cabin my grandfather ^Gbuilt with his hands Out of h^Gickory ^Dwalnut and ^Gpine

^GWe hunted those hills, my ^Cfather and ^GI So far from the bustle of ^Dtown But I'd ^Csoon see a whole way of ^Glife start to fade As the m^Gines all began to shut ^Ddown

^GHeard saws on the mountain, saw the ^Ctrucks rumble ^Gby Filing past like a funeral ^Dline Those ^Cbig iron trailers were ^Gpiled up high With ^GHickory, ^DWalnut and ^GPine

Call it ^Cprogress or a shame, well you ^Gcan't stop a train As it's barrelin' on down the ^Dline ^CThey'll cut down the trees and ^Gname your new streets H^Gickory, ^DWalnut and ^GPine

^GNow the mountain top's flattened, the ^Chickory's ^Ggone And the streams run black as a ^Dcurse My f^Cather's been out in the ^Gbarn more and more Since the ^Gmining went bad and then ^Dworse

^GWell I heard his old saw, I ^Cheard his old ^Gplane I heard his cough worsen with ^Dtime Now I s^Ctand where he lays in a ^Gbox that he made Out of h^Gickory, ^Dwalnut and ^Gpine

^GMy children have left, for the ^Cbig city ^Gjobs I'll remain, my fate to ^Dunwind And I'll ^Cdream of the days when the w^Gind called my name Through ^Ghickory, ^Dwalnut and ^Gpine

Call it ^Cprogress or a shame, well you ^Gcan't stop a train And you can't stop the marching of ^Dtime ^CThey'll cut down the trees and ^Gname your new streets ^GHickory, ^DWalnut and ^GPine