(Billy Edd Wheeler)

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 tavern and you found a new love it seems



Once I had you and the wildwood, now it's just dusty roads

And I can't help but blamin' your going

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 my 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 my treasure, now like rust it corrodes

And I can't help but blamin' your goin'

On the coming, the coming of the roads.



And I can't help but blamin' your goin'

On the coming, the coming of the roads.