Now that our mountain is growing   With people hungry for wealth   How come it's you that's a going   And I'm left all alone by myself?      We used to hunt the cool caverns   Deep in our forest of green   Then came the road and the taverns   And you found a new love it seems      Once I had you and the wild wood   Now it's just dusty roads   And I can't help but blamin' your goin'   On the coming, the coming of the roads      Look how they've cut all to pieces   Our ancient redwood and oak   And the hillsides are stained with the greases   That burned up the heavens with smoke      You used to curse the bold crewmen   Who stripped our earth of its ore   Now you've changed and you've gone over to them   And you've learned to love what you hated before      Once I thanked God for our treasure   Now like rust it corrodes   And I can't help but blamin' your goin'   On the coming, the coming of the roads      Once I thanked God for our treasure   Now like rust it corrodes   And I can't help but blamin' your goin'   On the coming, the coming of the roads   No, I can't help but blamin' your goin'   On the coming, coming of the roads