Letras:Malcolm Holcombe. For the Mission Baby. Hannah's Tradin' Post.

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' death 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' death waits on the steps
of hannah's tradin' post.

first verse