My family got lucky They escaped from this place This poor tired town With its poor haggard face The hills rise around me They threaten and frown Life no parole here In Colliertown The mine and the tower Stand as symbols of greed Who would feed upon hunger? Who would feed upon need? Who would build families' futures On such treacherous ground? You're just profit and loss here In Colliertown At the courthouse they gather And they wait in a line For some kind of justice For those who died in the mine The cameras flash brightly An explosion of stars The owners cover their faces And they run for their cars. The lawyers talk smoothly For the six o'clock news Here in Colliertown Only the innocent lose. They closed down the courtroom Nobody knows why Men's faces darken They try not to cry I stood by the foundation of my grandfather's barn I looked down the valley At the quiet green farms The sweet flowing river, as it gently runs down No sins washed away here In Colliertown So my family got lucky They escaped from this place This poor tired town With its poor haggard face The ghosts of the fallen They still wander around Waiting for justice In Colliertown