I come from Centralia nhear what I say nI was born and raised nand I'll die here someboday nthat wind still blows nthrough this dirty little town nand that's sure good enough nto keep me hanging 'round nnfrom the darkness of this highway nlooks like the sun fell down ndecided she liked it here nburied herself in the ground nshe watches over me njust like my daddy before nbut she brought a government man nto my back door nnhe said you gotta leave sir nbut we're gonna make it worth your while nwe got this government briefcase nwith money stacked in a pile nit's for your own good nthis place is gonna burn down nand who wants to live nin a mining ghost town nnwell some took the offer nI guess I don't blame 'em much nmoney is even hotter nthan burning coal to the touch nbut some hunkered down nas these walls closed in ncan't burn me out my friend nfrom the places I've been nnI said I worked this vein nand she knows me good nshe promised me a living nright where I stood nI always treated her right nso she'll do the same to me nshe go on back up to Washington nand leave us all be