Description: Who Will Save This Town, Country Music, Country Ballads, film music, stock music tracks and music for video
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Perfect for filmTV use for sad scenes, towns closing down, people losing their homes, coal mining impact, sturdy hard working folks, loss of the American Dream
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Lyrics:
WHO WILL SAVE THIS TOWN
Music and Lyrics by John Wall
I was drivin' my old Ford truck through some Pennsylvania pass
Out of the rain and the fog of night I saw a dirty sign that read G-A-S
A sturdy old woman of 60 years saw me drive up and came on out
I asked her about Centralia and what it was all about
When she was a local kid, coal was here and coal was King
And swinging on a miner’s pick was what the proud men did
She told me coal was a 4 letter word, how the miners were never well
Then I heard of the coal fire that lit her town like the flames of Hell
CHORUS:
Centralia, Centralia
Your King was mighty coal
Now your town - it smolders
And your nights - they glow
Centralia, Centralia
What will happen now?
Consumed by flames beneath
Who will save this town?
The miners hacked and coughed everything was dusty black
They couldn't get ahead of their bills with the coal company on their backs
The Fire started in '62 and she shuddered as she spoke
The fumes came up from a dozen holes Centralia smelled of sulfurous smoke
CHORUS, SOLO
The hard core is all that's left their homes braced up tall and tight
Gas meters in their schools and houses let them sleep at night
I drove away with a pain inside I couldn't bear to glance back
The old woman, she had coal in her veins, death and coal are black
CHORUS 2X
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