Coming of the Roads

Now that our mountain is growing
 With people hungry for wealth
 How come it's you that's a going
 And I'm left all alone by myself?
 We used to hunt the cool caverns
 Deep in our forest of green
 Then came the road and the taverns
 And you found a new love it seems
 Once I had you and the wild wood
 Now it's just dusty roads
 And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
 On the coming, the coming of the roads
 Look how they've cut all to pieces
 Our ancient redwood and oak
 And the hillsides are stained with the greases
 That burned up the heavens with smoke
 You used to curse the bold crewmen
 Who stripped our earth of its ore
 Now you've changed and you've gone over to them
 And you've learned to love what you hated before
 Once I thanked God for our treasure
 Now like rust it corrodes
 And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
 On the coming, the coming of the roads
 Once I thanked God for our treasure
 Now like rust it corrodes
 And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
 On the coming, the coming of the roads
 No, I can't help but blamin' your goin'
 On the coming, coming of the roads