Sit down buddy, we’ll drink and smoke
Woman, don’t you weep for me
My hands can’t fiddle and my heart’s been broke
Those damned old piney mountains
I lost my fingers in a Galax mill
Oh buddy, sing a sad, old song
My heart got broke in the yew pine hills
Lord, and my time ain’t long
I started out logging, I was in my prime
Woman, don’t you weep for me
Was hitchin’ up spruce to the big drag-lines
Those damned old piney mountains
The skidders start a-buckin’ as the years come down
Buddy, sing a sad, old song
Makin’ God’s own thunder on the new-cut ground
Lord, and my time ain’t long
We was fightin’ over nothin’ and drinking too hard
Woman, don’t you weep for me
Ridin’ up to camp on the flat wheel car
Those damned old piney mountains
Thirty years a-hangin’ on the old chain brake
Buddy, sing a sad, old song
I laid off and paid off in ’58
Lord, and my time ain’t long
The skidders got sold to the scrap-iron yard
Woman, don’t you weep for me
I moved down Virginia when the times got hard
Those damned old piney mountains
I lost my fingers to a steel bandsaw
Buddy, sing a sad, old song
Now my fiddle just hangs, untuned on the wall
Lord, and my time ain’t long
The trees have grown up on the logging row
Woman, don’t you weep for me
Wildflowers bloom where the big shays blow
Those damned old piney mountains
There’s nothin’ left for me but to drink and smoke
Buddy, sing a sad, old song
My hands can’t fiddle and my heart’s been broke
Lord, and my time ain’t long
My hands can’t fiddle and my heart’s been broke
Lord, and my time ain’t long
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Zachary Lucky Lyrics – Damned Old Piney Mountains