Lydia
(c) 2000 Karen Poston / Pistolgirl Music BMI
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Lydie lit a cigarette today
ancient fumbling fingers in her way
from a forty year old coffee cup
she sipped a bit of gin
closed her eyes and let the memories in

She lived on the old place all alone
kept in touch with neighbors by the phone
grew  herbs upon the graves of her firstborn and his father
and the coal trucks never bothered her

oh Lydie let him go the boy is gone
Her mother struggled and she tore him from her arms
Oh Lydia your tears are heavens rain
and she never was the same

A cotton dress and satin shoes
Indian summer sun dressed in amber hues
A spin in time with a coal miners son
to an old time fiddle tune

The months blew by just like a breeze that year
They wed in June and by the fall a boy was here
Word come up from Big Stone there's a fire in the mine
and eleven men they couldn't find

Oh Lydie let him go the boy is gone
Her mother struggled and she tore him from her arms
Oh Lydia your tears are heavens rain
And she never was the same

She watched them pull him from the hole
The overalls he wore were blackened by the smoke
Lydia twice had had this dream and twice it had come true
When she saw his father's boots she knew

Oh Lydie let him go the boy is gone
Her mother struggled and she tore him from her arms
Oh Lydia , your tears are heavens rain
And she never was the same

Lydie lit a cigarette today
Ancient fumbling fingers in her way
From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin
Closed her eyes and let the memories in