GOOD BY OLD FRIEND

I'll say it again
GOOD BY OLD FRIEND

Good by old friend
You’ve got gas
With this disease
You can not last

100 years ago
you gave us your pine
your hemlock and even some oil
.
Somehow you survived
Though we scared your soils.
This country was built from your uncommon wealth.
With no regard for your beauty or your health


You brought forth great hardwoods that loomed
Generating jobs with a second timber boom.
We have finally learned sustainable ways
To harvest your timber for years to come
Although some still to practice harvesting dumb

We’ve sunk our plow deep in your soil
Harvested crops from your hillsides and flats
Poisoned your water to accomplish that.

You’re an uncommon lady with riches abound
But now they have discovered gas in the ground
They are pumping poison deep in your bowels
For profits untold and good jobs for all are gold diggers howl

The poison comes back to the top with a gush
And down your valley and rivers the poison will rush
When it’s all over and the butchers a gone
I’m afraid this time you won’t last long

With out a doubt I will go first
But you old friend will suffer the worst
Your death will be slow it will not be fast

GOOD BY OLD FRIEND YOU'VE GOT GAS