Welcome to Wayne

Deep in the Valley beyond Cyprus Hills
The fields lay bare and the milk cow is ill
Son pack your bags, the future’s the road
By the dawn, you’ll hear that whistle blow
whooooo
Smoke billows up as he hops on the train
Shuts the wooden door against the rain
Closes his eyes, feels warm and safe
Riding the rails to start again
Welcome to Wayne says the old wooden sign
The train slows to a halt near Rosedeer Mine
This looks like a good place to settle down
So he starts a family in this old mining town
Comes home from work with coal in his hair
Said they’re going on strike, the wages ain’t fiar
We can’t afford to take a stand
I’ve got to choose between the union and the clan
It all went down at the Bucket of Blood
He crossed the line, which could not be done
Tarred and feathered and tied to the train
The last thing he read was Welcome to Wayne
A little while later his wife cuts him down
Filled with rage she storms back to town
Shot gun in hand, strides through the mud
To find those cowards at the Bucket of Blood
Vese 7:
A gunshot cracks through the crisp November air
The Bucket of Blood goes silent and still
A woman walks out, gun and head held high
The others will never see the morning sky