Hannah's Tradin' Post - Malcolm Holcombe

Hangin' timbers creak the pain

Welcomin' the feastin' bats

And the company safely waits

In hannah’s tradin' post

The sweet breath of an outside chance

Sickens in your knees and legs

And sours on your mind at last

In hannah’s tradin' post

She’s always been and always seen

With smilin' hands to weigh what’s real

But there’s very very little change

When all the money’s gone

Now the goldmine is abandoned

Leavin' treasures unattended

Rusty coal cars standin' frozen

And scattered cages sprung wide open

Shovels picks and hammer’s told

Of blasphemy confoundin' us

Sweatin' from a hundred years

Now silent as a desert

A fools' death for anothers' best

A song and dance no longer sounds

The twisted tracks lay in regret

Dynamited for collapse

Progress soon will swallow you

And sour bitter on your mind

But a fools' death waits on the steps

Of hannah’s tradin' post

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