Polk County - Della Mae

Word came from up the road

Polk County is filled with gold

The air is sweet the river’s low

They say the livin’s fine

There a man can wave his hand

An ounce of gold in the pan

Pack the wagon and the bride

Start a better life

Look down the river

The water swirling

Isn’t that a lonesome sigh?

Look up the train tracks

No freight a comin

You know you’ll wait your whole life

Tied to a ball and chain

A golden lock, a golden chain

The fever hits you all the time

Rusts you like moonshine

Green River took many lives

Not the ones just drowned and died

Families it starved thin

The ones it drove to sin

Look down the river

The water swirling

Isn’t that a lonesome sigh?

Look up the train tracks

No freight a comin

You know you’ll wait your whole life