[arizonarick]

The summer is gone
The ground’s turning cold
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’
My children will go
As soon they grow
Well there ain’t nothing here now to hold them.

[sima_yi]

'til a man came to speak and he said in one week
That Number Eleven is closin'
They say in the east C-O-2 is too high, that they'll make your coal not worth diggin'
That it's much cheaper down where the windmills go round
And electricity's free for nuthin'
Sorry, Bob.