Hannah's Tradin' Post Lyrics

Malcolm Holcombe Hannah's Tradin' Post

Hangin' timbers creak the pain
Welcomin' the feastin' bats
And the company safely waits
In hannah's tradin' post
The sweet breath of an outside chance
Sickens in your knees and legs
And sours on your mind at last
In hannah's tradin' post
She's always been and always seen
With smilin' hands to weigh what's real
But there's very very little change
When all the money's gone
Chorus
Now the goldmine is abandoned
Leavin' treasures unattended
Rusty coal cars standin' frozen
And scattered cages sprung wide open
Shovels picks and hammer's told
Of blasphemy confoundin' us
Sweatin' from a hundred years
Now silent as a desert
A fools' death for anothers' best
A song and dance no longer sounds
The twisted tracks lay in regret
Dynamited for collapse
Chorus
Progress soon will swallow you
And sour bitter on your mind
But a fools' death waits on the steps
Of hannah's tradin' post
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