Here are the
lyrics to this beautiful waltz by Tim Craven:
The people are all movin' to that new Sunny Belt/Where the heat don't cost nothin' and the sun is heartfelt/ As I walk through the rain in this cold Northern town/ The tall tattered buildings are tumblin' down
Chorus: Singin' "Go, go where your heart tells you to/ Where the money is good and the people are true/ But as long as the snow lays its cold blanket down/ I'll be home in this Old Yankee Town."
There's dust on the Bible in that old Jersey town/Where the porches are bigger than the bull that goes 'round/ By the old men restin' at the corner saloon/ Singin' up to that cool August moon Chorus
In old charcoal Pittsburgh they're closin' the mills/ They got less demand for American steel/ 'Cause the mills are as old as the family and friends/ Who are just to damn stubborn to adjust to the trends Chorus
At the far edge of town while the Church choir sings/ A boy and his girlfriend are packin' their things/ A weathered old face from the wet window stares/ To the chair that has been there for years
Chorus: Singin', "Go, go where your heart tells you to/ Where the money is good and the people are true/ But as long as the snow lays its cold blanket down/ I'll be home in this Old Yankee Town/ I'll be home in this Old Yankee Town."
copyright Tim Craven 1981, 2002
