Ain’t Much Left but the Leaving

Verse 1 Sun comes up on another old day, Coffee’s cold, bills still to pay, This farm’s been mine since my daddy’s hands, But the bank don’t care about a working man’s plans. The neighbors moved on, the mill shut down, Feels like the soul’s gone out of this town, And I’m just sittin’ here countin’ the miles, Till I pack it up and go in style. Chorus Ain’t much left but the leaving, No more harvest, no more rain. I gave my youth and I gave my name, To this dirt, this sweat, and pain. If there’s a light I still believe in, It’s the one on that highway sign— Ain’t much left but the leaving, And it’s about that time. Verse 2 Mama’s gone and the kids won’t stay, They say the city’s just a better way, I’m not one to beg or fight, But I can’t see working just to turn out the light. Merle’s on the radio singing my song, Makes me wonder where I belong, A freight train’s callin’ in the midnight air, And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout finding my life out there. Chorus Ain’t much left but the leaving, No more harvest, no more rain. I gave my youth and I gave my name, To this dirt, this sweat, and pain. If there’s a light I still believe in, It’s the one on that highway sign— Ain’t much left but the leaving, And it’s about that time. Outro Ain’t much left… but the leaving.