Clear Cut

Way back in the mountains on the high knob by the ridge
 My grandpa built our cabin where we lived for 40 years
 Spent my happy childhood beneath the hardwood trees
 I didn't know what I had then was all I'd ever need
 Mountain laurels blooming, it was early in the spring
 Lookin' out my window on a see of endless green
 Rich men from the city came to buy our land today
 Took 200 years to grow, but it's gone in 30 days
 Mud slides down the mountain, there's no way to stop the flood
 Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood
 Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal
 But a greedy man will never get his fill
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 Mud slides down the mountain, there's no way to stop the flood
 Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood
 Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal
 But a greedy man will never get his fill
 I can't go back and I know I never will
 I hope someday they know the way I feel