7 Oaks

Well that banker

He keeps calling

Telling us our mortgage is overdue

Gonna plow up the fields

Gonna burn down the house

And the banker he can have it when I'm through

There ain't no silver left in these pockets

There ain't no cornbread, Lord there ain't no wine

That train don't stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

Well the tax man

He said old Uncle Sam

Gotta get his share of the rake

He can come around here

He can look for himself

There ain't nothing left he can take

There ain't no silver left in these pockets

There ain't no cornbread, Lord there ain't no wine

That train don't stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

I'm gonna go back to Grandaddy's farm

On Cherokee allotted land

It ain't ever been owned by no one but him

Won't be taxed by no other man

There ain't no silver left in these pockets

And here ain't no cornbread and there ain't no wine

That train don't stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

I said that train don't stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line