(Chris Richards)
This road is narrow
This load is wide
But I’m jake brake ridin’ through these specks of towns
With a load from the Trempealeau Mine
This job is a dream
We hurt for so long
My wife got canned from her daycare gig
And there was nothin’ for miles around
I hadn’t worked in a year
When I got the call
Could I drive a truck fulla fracking sand up to the plant in Chippewa Falls?
And I did
And I do
Wouldn’t you?
Up and down
Along this crumbling road
Swerving
Dust blowin’ offa my load
Over the rolling hills of Trempealeau
They take this sand
Pour it on a train
Then they send it west and inject it into the earth like a shot of cocaine
My little girl’s not well
Coughin’ and wheezin’
They say that the dust from the silica pits is gonna give us all lung disease
And everywhere you look
These hills are dying
So I’m turnin’ in this diesel cab so I can finally sleep at night
And I did
And I do
How ‘bout you?
Up and down
Along this beautiful road
Where Indians
Looked down to the valley below
Over the rolling hills of Trempealeau
Up and down
Along this beautiful road
Where Indians
Looked down to the valley below
These sand men
Gonna run ‘em right down the road
Over the rolling hills of Trempealeau
©2013 Chris Richards / White Mare Music (BMI)
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