text: Now that our mountain is growing
  With people hungry for wealth
  How come its you thats a-going
  And Im left all alone by myself?
  We used to hunt the cool caverns
  Deep in our forest of green
  Then came the road and the tavern
  And you found a new love it seems
  Once I had you and the wildwood, now its just dusty roads
  And I cant help but blamin your going
  On the coming, the coming of the roads
  Look how theyve cut all to pieces
  Our ancient redwood and oak
  And the hillsides are stained with the greases
  That burned up the heavens with smoke
  You used to curse the bold crewmen
  Who stripped our earth of its ore
  Now youve changed and youve gone over to them
  And youve learned to love what you hated before
  Once I thanked God for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes
  And I cant help but blamin your goin
  On the coming, the coming of the roads
  Once I thanked God for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes
  And I cant help but blamin your goin
  On the coming, the coming of the roads
  And I cant help but blamin your goin
  On the coming, the coming of the roads