Serves 'Em Fine - DAVE
Composed by：Trad.
Now people in the year nineteen and twenty
The mills ran good everybody had plenty
Lots of people with a good free will
Sold their homes and move to a mill
We'll have lots of money they said
But everyone got Hell instead
It was fun in the mountains rolling logs
But now when the whistle blows we run like dogs
It suits us people serves us fine
For thinking that a mill was a darn goldmine
Now in the year nineteen and twenty five
The mills all stood but we're still alive
People kept coming when the weather was fine
Just like they were going to a big gold mine
As time passed on their money did too
Everyone began to look kind of blue
If we had any sense up in our dome
We'd still be living in our mountain home
It suits us people serves us fine
For thinking that a mill was a darn goldmine
Now in the year nineteen and thirty
They don't pay nothing and they do us dirty
When we do manage to get ahead
It seems like all of the mills go dead
We're always in a hole getting deeper everyday
If we ever get even it'll be judgement day
There's no use to colic no use to shirk
For there's more people loafing than there are at work
It suits us people serves us fine
For thinking that a mill was a darn goldmine
Now all you mountaineers that's listening to me
Take off your hats and holler whoopee
For I'm going back home in the land of the sky
Where they all drink moonshine and never do die
I'll take my dogs while the moon shines bright
Hunt coon and possum the whole darn night
If you can't get the money to move away
It's too bad folks you'll have to stay
It suits us people serves us fine
For thinking that a mill was a darn goldmine
