Lyrics:
like there ain't nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs
like there ain't nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "these jobs
like there ain't nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs
wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't
be 'bout my business
My brother's a machinist in a textile mill
And he makes more money than you ever will
He just got married to a Polish girl
mama stood and cried
Take up the yoke for the working folk
Son don't keep the fire inside
From the coal fields to the textile mills
Picking for
make it here anymore
And that big ol? building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed
your eyes
I'm wired now
And will be 'till I find a person who can eat at the Empire Grill
Who's seen a black Mercedes at the textile mill
of barbecue
I was raised by the pigs of fortitude
Rusted by years of long misuse
Overhaul long overdue
It's a town brought up on textile mills
Them down home
textile mills.
She had red hair like Catawba clay,
Her laugh brought forth the dawn of day
A fiery temper with kindness that matched,
She made me lead that
of his hand
He'll keep climbing ladders if there's a demand
He never did work at them textile mills
Or blasted in the quarries up in New England hills
So
more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back
To your hometown
But there ain't no man gonna make it rain
Said he'd love me to the day he died
And for three short years well I guess he tried
But when the textile
down here no more
They're closing down
The textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says
These jobs are going boys
And they ain't coming back
make it here anymore
And that big ol? building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed
and hand-me-downs
Well my daddy hauled bills for the textile mills to pick up the little money we
Made
Had a three room shack with a john out back
We only had paper
up and hand-me-downs
Well my daddy hauled bills for the textile mills to
pick up the little money we
made
Had a three room shack with a john out
to Birmingham
Jacksonville to Louisiann
On the highways of this land
Where I was born and raised
Chorus:
You got Dirt roads, Mountain streams and textile mills
Well Robert Earle’s my best friend, and my Daddy used to work with his
Way back before they shut down the Textile Mill
Well Bobby and William both live
of milgen
Slingin' me a pigeon
I got baby mama problems
Bitch won't let me see my children
I just pull up, flex out
I blew up, I'm next now
While your mills
orphans out the textile
And put you through the mill
As long as I complete my mission
Doesn't matter who I kill
Bet your ass Jack the Ripper's got
Some
stressed out
Really, I'm just stretched out, get it tripled X'd out
And she know that I'm cut from a different textile
When you speak about the greats,
now, got them feeling stress how
Coming like my textile, humble when I flex now
Silly
Step down, I need my respect now
Patient wears slim, that's
Faut qu'tu payes si tu dois
Pull up en roue comme Meek Mill
Eux et nous, ça a rien à voir, nan
Té-ma nos BSB textiles, déjà défoncé mais je bois
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