Listen to the wind, is the sound Blowing in changes and breaking this town Listen to the heartbeat, barely breathing Hope and are still alive but jobs are steady leaving
It chills me to the a tear to my eye Like the last days of gone It's hard to watch a good die
In the days of my there was dancing in the streets Ford was building motorcars and folks were building the clock, day and night, working hard's a way of life As I
It chills me to the Brings a to my eye Like the days of summer gone hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar at December, dreaming about July The Midwest fall, dreams get away It's to take the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy it burn We had a lot, we lived off what we earned We built the cars and tanks that helped to keep our free And now I can't to feed my family
It me to the bone a tear to my eye Like the last days of summer hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, collar life Staring at December, dreaming about The fall, dreams get blown away hard to take the Midwest fall, oh, oh yeah
I pay my taxes, Lord I can't to feed my kids I guess I'll and ride it out you are so beautiful, yeah
The Midwest fall, blue collar Staring at December, dreaming July The Midwest fall, dreams get blown It's hard to
The Midwest fall, oh, go away The Midwest fall, dreamin', The fall, ah, don't go away hard to take, please don't go away you are so beautiful
The fall The Midwest The fall The fall