The Cabbagetown Ballad
We came to town in eighty-five
to work in the new cotton mill
For we had heard the pay was good
there were many jobs to fill
We said good-bye to our mountain homes
there to return no more
But we brought with us the way of life
that we had known before
We're a mountain clan called Cabbagetown
in the city of Atlanta G-A
And if it be the will of God
it's where we'll always stay
Sometimes the way was hard to bear
our lives were never our own
To the owner of a cotton mill
your soul to him belongs
But when the bad times got us down
and good times were too few
We'd sing old songs about our mountain homes
our music would see us through
We're a mountain clan called Cabbagetown
in the city of Atlanta G-A
And if it be the will of God
it's where we'll always stay
And now the smoke stack smokes no more
no whistle blows at dawn
They've taken all they wanted from us
packed up their cotton and gone
And we are left to live our lives
in a world that's never too kind
But the strength of the mountain's in us all
and a new day we will find
We're a mountain clan called Cabbagetown
in the city of Atlanta G-A
And if it be the will of God
it's where we'll always stay
