Smoke driftin' from a wood fire
Way back in the pines of carolina...
Closing down year more
Of coming up short

Hung heads and heavy sighs
Winter comin' on
What lil' was left is

The fields? They're all barren
Factory up & moved it overseas
Boarded up town
Ghosts walkin' the streets

And they all say one thing
Back on "the hil"l
It ain't come back yet
Maybe it never will

Old ways...old paths
All of 'em a sea of progress
History doubles shake hands with you
When you've got nothing to trade've nothing left
to lose