Deep in the valley laid a man
With a fistful of dollars in his hand
He looked just like a traveler from a far and distant land
But the blood inside his heart was running cold
His clothes were made of linen and his hair was almond brown
The circles around his eyes were black and beaten down
He laid just 15 miles east of the nearest company town
It was clear to all that the man had come around
And he spoke to me
He said there's nothing here for you
So pack your bags and head north to the river
In these Black Hills this tomb was built for you
His father looked down on him in shame
He knew deep in his heart he was the one to blame
He sold his empty soul to a gutter filled with flame
And the morning star came rising in the south
And he spoke to me
He said there's nothing here for you
So pack your bags and head north to the river
In these Black Hills this tomb was built for you
His father looked down on him in shame
He knew deep in his heart he was the one to blame
He sold his empty soul to a gutter filled with flame
He sold his empty soul to a gutter filled with flame
He sold his empty soul to a gutter filled with flame
So pack your bags and head north to the river
So pack your bags and head north to the river
So pack your bags and head north to the river
So pack your bags and head north to the river
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you
In these Black Hills this Tomb was built for you