There’s a place out in the country with a path that’s traveled still
And the old men and women who have shared it all forever
Come a walking from beyond the tree covered hills
And as I watch them walk by they look at me with lifeless eyes
Like something was taken from them long ago
Old mans faded blue collar tattered and he stopped
And so I asked him where he was going
He just said ‘well son, I don’t know’

I sat for a while in my ’52 Chevy thinking about all that man told me
And I watched those ghosts roll by softly singing you are my sunshine
And it floated across the warm breeze lazily
As I lay down that night in bed could not forget what he had said
Sipping on a shot of whisky restlessly
So I pulled out my guitar, wrote down a few words in the dark
And then I told the story just as it was told to me

Aint no more coal left in the ground
Nevermore hear that lonesome train whistle sound
Tobacco aint dryin in the old shed anymore
Mason jars just sitting empty
Holler’s lonely as it can be
Good ol white lightning simply doesn’t strike here like before
(c) 2006 CJG