It was good one time Everything was mighty fine The coal tipples roared day and night Then things they got slow for no reason that I know And the i'll winds they hove into sight Now the mines all closed down Everybody laid around There wasn't very much left to do Except stand in that line And get your ration script on time And woman i could see it killin you Now the soft new snows of December Lightly fall my cabin 'round And the last train from poor valley Is takin brown haired Becky Richmond-bound It's been comin on i know Soon you would be gone Leavin crossed your mind everyday Then you said to me Things are bad back home you see I think i better be on my way I should blame you now, But i never could somehow A miners wife you weren't cut out to be It wasn't what you thought Just some dreams that you bought When you left home and ran away with me Now the soft new snows of December Lightly fall my cabin 'round And the last train from poor valley Is takin brown haired Becky Richmond-bound Saw the last train from poor valley Takin brown haired Beck Richmond-bound