Silvertown

05:03
Words and music by Greg Ryder.

Lyrics

- River run down from Silvertown Finds her way out West. Eagle soar'in above the roar'in A black iron horse northbound, northbound to Silvertown. No summer sounds, she's damp way down Dead man's gold unfound there in Silvertown, Silvertown. Turn her 'round, load her down, she's southbound Turn her 'round, load her down, she's southernbound from Silvertown. Arms of iron hands of steel Glittering veins of gold there in Silvertown. A minor song, rough and strong Gleaming eyes of greed there in Silvertown. Turn her 'round, load her down, she's southbound Turn her 'round, load her down, she's southernbound Hustlers and whores, backroom doors Deals have on down there in Silvertown. Whisky nights, barroom fights I'm melancholy bound here in Silvertown. And when that whistle blows, I'm takin' that train I hear a bell a ringin', a minor bought a round The minor bought the round in Silvertown. Sun slipped down on the Silvertown Mines are all awash. Tourists stroll the sidewalks now A black iron horse northbound northbound to Silvertown. River run down from Silvertown Finds her way out West. Home no doubt to a cut-throat trout The might brown swims down from Silvertown, from Silvertown.

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