Robert B Mullins - Songs & Music | Songwriter

Judgement Day

Pinned it up and knocked it down

Spent a life time ignorin’ my fear

I’ve seen old friends fade away

Or worked to death for take home pay

And the big shots never shed a tear….unless the cameras on

So I send it up from ‘neath the ground

While they tear these mountains down

My families countin’ on me

Hell thats the way that it goes

This ain’t the life I would have chose

And still I try to believe…

They’ll come a day with the morning sun a risen

They’ll be no more left to haul away

And on that day, as they all fade in the horizon

We’ll pick our selves back up and here we’ll stay

But theres always one shift left til Judgement Day

Generations died to tame this land

Passed it down from hand to hand

But that all stopped when they road into town

Brought their lawyers and their plans

To steal the ground from a country man

Now nothin’s left but work and it’s all slowin’ down

They’ll come a day with the morning sun a risen

They’ll be no more left to haul away

And on that day, as they all fade in the horizon

We’ll pick our selves back up and find a way

But theres always one shift left til Judgement Day

Our son’s and daughters move away

Can’t start a family on this pay

That mountain may be gone next time they roll into town..

They’ll come a day with the morning sun a risen

They’ll be no more left to haul away

And on that day, as they all fade in the horizon

We’ll pick our selves back up and here we’ll stay

They’ll come a day with the morning sun a risen

They’ll be no more left in me to stay

And on that day, as I then fade to the horizon

I’ll lift my head back up and find a way

I will punch out from my shift at Judgement Day