Ballad Of Copper Junction A Journeymans Lament
Jeffrey Foucault
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Verse 1
My father laid the trees down G D He broke them with his hands G Last year he died and left me nothing D G But this frame I fill A union card F D And a pair of workman's hands
Verse 2
And I was brought up in the north of here G In Copper Junction town D Where there ain't no longer G Any copper in the ground D Just the reservation land G Empty logging towns Paper mills F D And drawers of hand me downs
Verse 3
G In 1964, I was seventeen years old D I got caught up in the draft G I did like I was told D And spent a pair of too long years G Too young to be so old D Well, it don't take too much sense G Just to come in from the cold D G Guess I never did D I guess I never did
Verse 4
Back home it was the bottle
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Back to work with my old man
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But we didn't get on so good
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And it wasn't like we planned
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And the last I saw of him
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So drunk he couldn't stand
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And that wagon's rolling emptyVerse 5
So I got myself cleaned up
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I was married for a while
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But that ring just kept on falling off
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And sometimes I wonder why
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But now it's years ago and faded
From whiskey and from rye
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And I wonder if it mattersInstrumental
DVerse 6
My father laid the trees down G He broke them with his hands D And now I'm just like him G I got nowhere left to stand D And that wagon's rolling empty And I've got nothing but the frame I fill G A union card F D And a pair of workman's hands
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