The old houses by the road
Once they were new and coated paint
The wooden planks doors and windows
Of those years ago in the old mining town
The old houses of memories
The cries and sorrows and happiness
As the years took measures away
The struggling lives for many
Maybe some have made it
To the society they dream
Uprooted to live in the city
Trying hard to forget their roots
The old houses by the road
Waiting for the day they will be gone
The talk of the older generations
A past time too will disappear
Now growing old and neglected
The old houses by the road
In the morning sun there are activities
The last try of business before the sun goes down
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