The towns that time forgot

A shoe box that my grandma had

held photos from her day

she softly spoke about them

before the memories would fade away

when the howling winter winds blew

she'd share stories about her life

the snow coming through the wall cracks

and how the cold cut like a knife

stories of the empty coal trains

and battles that were never won

black gold would never last forever

and there was no where left to run

the coal ran dry and the miners died

black lung, filled the air

starving children in the streets

and no one seemed to care

dirty faces, ragged old clothes

buildings left to rot

empty pockets and broken dreams

in the towns that time forgot

rusted metal and run down shacks

stripped land and empty pits

many left in search of work

most took what they could get

stories of the empty coal trains

and battles that were never won

black gold would never last forever

and there was no where left to run

coal ran dry and the miners died

black lung, filled the air

starving children in the streets

and no one seemed to care

Grandma cried about the memories

It troubled her heart alot

Facing hardship was a daily task

In the towns that time forgot

The times were tough, life was hard

Many battles were being fought

The depression took a heavy toll

In the towns that time forgot