Fremont from Two by Bob Lefevre & the Already Gone

When the US Steel up the South Pass folds, and nobody's still left around,
and this barstool gives from the constant use, I'm gonna burn the old house down.
On the highway you can see them pulling houses from the ground.
I'd still call this valley home if I could figure how.

In the Nowhere east the two-three-eight took a crash and a city died.
Now they send a man there once a week, check the kids ain't lost their minds.
The chamber board says tourist bills will make us all just fine,
But if digging holes is what you know, that won't keep you above the line.

And you can work the hammer 'til it rusts, but you still end up eating dust.
Getting through and getting by, was hardly worth the lie.
The choice you made just makes you sick, but that ain't even half of it,
When what you're living ain't no kind of life.

Up in Butte the copper mines aren't pulling like they could,
Call the coal pits up in Campbell like my brother said I should.
‘You can't see the mountains there, just the biggest hole you've seen.’
The boom and bust just words till it come, show you what it really means

Darling dear, don't you worry none about where the money's coming from,
I breathed enough of this black coal lung we could almost cut it out and sell it.
When the body up and finally folds, please plant me in that ground.
I’ll make Fremont county home the last way that I can figure out.

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