Polk County

Word came from up the road
 Polk county is full of gold
 The air is sweet the rivers low
 They say the living's fine
 There a man can wave his hand
 An ounce of gold in the pan
 Pack the wagon in the bride
 Start a better life
 Look down the river
 The water swirling
 Ain't that a lonesome sight?
 Look at the train tracks
 No freight is coming
 You know you'll wait your whole life
 Tied to a ball and chain
 A golden lock, a golden chain
 The fever hits you all the time
 Rusts you like moonshine
 Green River took many lives
 Not the ones just drowned and died
 The families it starved thin
 The ones it drove to sin
 Look down the river
 The water swirling
 Ain't that a lonesome sight?
 Look at the train tracks
 No freight is coming
 You know you'll wait your whole life
 Word came from up the road
 Polk county is full of gold
 The air is sweet the rivers low
 They say the living's fine