«Boomtown»

Tekst: Tom Pacheco    Musikk: Tom Pacheco

I was born on a farm in a Pennsylvania valley
My childhood a story-book dream
In summer I’d fish in the lakes and the rivers
The land and the water so pure and pristine
In winter I’d go with my best friend O’Malley
We’d pull our red sleds through the snow
And slide down the hill right beside my Aunt Sally’s
Her cows in the barn to keep them from the cold


Now It’s fifty years later this land is a Boomtown
With gas drilling wells everywhere
The peaceful safe heaven I knew in my childhood
Has vanished beyond all repair
The water is poisoned some faucets catch fire
No birds are alive to sing songs
This beautiful valley will be just a memory
When the money and the gas are all gone

Some people get paid for the land that they lease out
Some people get nothing at all
Where once everyone got along like one family
Now it’s neighbor against neighbor fueled by alcohol
The trucks that roll in and roll out in the darkness
The trailers where strangers now dwell
Aunt Sally’s Granddaughter turns tricks for the workers
O’Malley died of some weird new cancer last fall



Now It’s fifty years later this land is a Boomtown
With gas drilling wells everywhere
The peaceful safe heaven I knew in my childhood
Has vanished beyond all repair
The water is poisoned some faucets catch fire
No birds are alive to sing songs
This beautiful valley will be just a memory
When the money and the gas are all gone