G                             C         G
I was born in the shadow of a Tennessee mountain
                        D
In a slower and gentler time
      C                   G
In a cabin my grandfather built with his hands
        G      D          G
Out of hickory walnut and pine

G                         C          G
We hunted those hills, my father and I
                          D
So far from the bustle of town
        C                       G
But I'd soon see a whole way of life start to fade
        G                      D
As the mines all began to shut down

G                                   C             G
Heard saws on the mountain, saw the trucks rumble by
                           D
Filing past like a funeral line
      C                      G
Those big iron trailers were piled up high
     G        D          G
With Hickory, Walnut and Pine

[Chorus]
        C                             G
Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a train
                              D
As it's barrelin' on down the line
C                              G
They'll cut down the trees and name your new streets
 G       D          G
Hickory, Walnut and Pine

[Verse]
G                                     C         G
Now the mountain top's flattened, the hickory's gone
                               D
And the streams run black as a curse
    C                       G
My father's been out in the barn more and more
          G                        D
Since the mining went bad and then worse

G                           C             G
Well I heard his old saw, I heard his old plane
                              D
I heard his cough worsen with time
       C                       G
Now I stand where he lays in a box that he made
        G       D          G
Out of hickory, walnut and pine

G                              C        G
My children have left, for the big city jobs
                        D
I'll remain, my fate to unwind
         C                           G
And I'll dream of the days when the wind called my name
        G        D          G
Through hickory, walnut and pine

[Chorus]
        C                             G
Call it progress or a shame, well you can't stop a train
                                   D
And you can't stop the marching of time
C                              G
They'll cut down the trees and name your new streets
G        D          G
Hickory, Walnut and Pine