(Mark Erelli)
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The government man
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Started building his dam
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Then he told us it was all for the best
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'Cause they were tearing it down
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They were drowning our town
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In the name of progress I guess
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We held our heads proud
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'Til the state bought us out
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And there wasn't much else we could do
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But go down to Town Hall
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To the last firemen's ball
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It was decked out in red, white and blue
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Come, come take my hand
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Twirl to the band 'round the old Town Hall
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Come, come take my hand
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This is our last chance
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Down at the Farewell Ball
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The Downings and Gibsons
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Farleys and Dickinsons
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Everyone dressed to the nines
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They piled into town
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Came from miles around
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To pay their respects one last time
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A hush filled the room
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And the band stopped the tune
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As the midnight bell slowly chimed
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I saw grown men break down
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At the death of a town
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When the orchestra played "Auld Lang Syne"
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Come, come take my hand
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Twirl to the band 'round the old Town Hall
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Come, come take my hand
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They've called the last dance
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Down at the Farewell Ball
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Even now I recall
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How the waters claimed all
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And made islands of the tallest of hills
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And families and neighbors
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Now scattered like paper
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All etched in my memory still
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I walk down there sometimes
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Through the reservoir pines
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To listen to the wind on the waves
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It's like nothing has changed
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I can still hear the strains
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Of the last tune the orchestra played
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Come, come take my hand
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Twirl to the band 'round the old Town Hall
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Come, come take my hand
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They've called the last dance
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The Farewell Ball
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Mark Erelli |