Malcolm Holcombe - Hannah's Tradin' Post lyrics

Hangin' timbers creak the pain Welcomin' the feastin' bats And the company safely waits In hannah's tradin' post. The sweet breath of an outside chance Sickens in your knees and legs And sours on your mind at last In hannah's tradin' post. She's always been and always seen With smilin' hands to weigh what's real But there's very very little change When all the money's gone. Chorus Now the goldmine is abandoned Leavin' treasures unattended Rusty coal cars standin' frozen And scattered cages sprung wide open Shovels picks and hammer's told Of blasphemy confoundin' us Sweatin' from a hundred years Now silent as a desert. A fools' d**h for anothers' best A song and dance no longer sounds The twisted tracks lay in regret Dynamited for collapse. Chorus Progress soon will swallow you And sour bitter on your mind But a fools' d**h waits on the steps Of hannah's tradin' post. First verse