Hard Times In Silicon Holler
Traditional country, homage to Woody Guthrie Depression ballads. Updated to Appalachia today, and the coming and mostly going of decent high-tech jobs.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Hope was high and wages low, so Intel opened up
I bought some stuff, saw my credit grow—over runneth my cup
Things went fast, then things went slow, then things went belly up.
Hard times, hard times in Silicon Holler.
Down in the hollow called Silicon where the sun refuse to shine
Workin’ for the Intel man down at the Intel mine
They sent my job to Pakistan—now some raghead’s doin’ fine.
Hard times, hard times in Silicon Holler.
I flipped burgers, I washed cars, I worked the bed pan staff
Went and joined the National Guard—brother, what a laugh
Things was every bit as hard, then they sent me to Najaf.
Hard times, hard times in Silicon Holler.
Blue Ridge mountains, country road
Mountain Mama, take me, take me, take me home
West Virginia—food stamp zone
Don’t throw me out, Mr. President—throw me a bone.
I got sixteen blue tick hounds and I drive an S-10 beater
I got a wife, three hundred pounds—and I gotta feed her
Only work anywheres around is a Walmart greeter.
Hard times, hard times in Silicon Holler.
Sittin’ on my front porch, drinkin’ and feelin’ mean
Sittin’ on my front porch, next to my washin’ machine
Wife keeps getting fatter, times keep stayin’ lean.
Hard times, hard times in Silicon Holler.
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