Up In Rags

Up in Rags By the rusted gate you say they're down I'm listening now In this muddy town My weary diesel engine coughs to life in soft half-light At the birth of night We drive through town The miner's wives in their faded gowns Say the sky is coming down We stop and wait up here at rumbling sounds, rumbling sounds Oh, we're awaiting Oh, push the plow Oh, we're awaiting now It happens everyday It's cooling down I guess that's what they'd say It happens everyday and holding out today Running up in rags Up in rags By the gravel entrance, shadowed mouth Some hurried out in powdered doubt Canary yellow muted dust The shovels rust with the miner's trust We drive through town The miner's wives in their faded gowns Say the sky is coming down We stop and wait up here at rumbling sounds, rumbling sounds Oh, we're awaiting Oh, push the plow Oh, we're awaiting now It happens everyday It's cooling down I guess that's what they'd say It happens everyday and holding out today Running up in rags Up in rags Up in rags Up in rags