Damned Old Piney Mountains by Rattle On The Stovepipe Lyrics

Sit down, buddy, let's drink and smoke
Oh woman, don't you weep for me
My hands can't fiddle and my heart's been broke
You damned old piney mountains
I lost my fingers in a Galax mill
Oh buddy, sing a sad, old song
And I lost my heart in the yew-pine hills
Lord, and my time ain't long

I started into logging when I was in my prime
Oh woman, don't you weep for me
Hitchin' up spruce to the big drag-line
You damned old piney mountains
Where the skidders started buckin' when the gears come down
Oh buddy, sing a sad, old song
Makin' God's own thunder on the new-cul ground
Lord, and my time ain't long

We was fightin' over nothin' and drinking too hard
Oh woman, don't you weep for me
Ridin' up to camp on a flat-bed cars
You damned old piney mountains
I was twеnty years a-hangin' on the old chain brake
Oh buddy, sing a sad, old song
I got paid off and laid off in '58
Lord, and my timе ain't long
While they sold off skidders to the scrap-iron yard
Oh woman, don't you weep for me
I moved down Virginia when the times got hard
You damned old piney mountains
And I lost my fingers to the steel bandsaw
Oh buddy, sing a sad, old song
My fiddle just hangs, untuned, on the wall
Lord, and my time ain't long

Now the wildflowers bloom where the big Shays blew
Oh woman, don't you weep for me
New trees have growed up in the loggin' road
You damned old piney mountains
And there's nothin' left for me but to drink and smoke
Oh buddy, sing a sad, old song
And my hands can't fiddle and my heart's been broke
Lord, and my time ain't long