Carrier Morrison Plant Closing
I had to do something, so this was a must
I wish it had humor to remove these blues
‘Cause the little rumor, it turned out to be true
This story is all I think of, and it has taken its toll
I feel as if our lives have all just been stole
The plant will close, it’s a fact it seems
This dreaded thing of which no one dreams
I saw the tears and heard the silent screams
What could be done to save our team
We all were hired young and grew up in here
During the good times we’d all give a cheer
We were here to stay, with sons carrying on
Never concerned about this day we are upon
As the pages turned we tried not to look
At things like this, that are in life’s book
The pages have words, It’s here it is written
Of good things and bad by which we are bitten
Some will go quietly, crying softly in th’ rain
Some will scream loudly showing their pain
Is it tears or raindrops running down their flushed cheeks
Someone please save us it will soon be the last week
Who was it that caused this, step forward and take blame
Give us the one who did it, or tell his name
I need a face to put with this villain
Why did he do this, we were all still so willin’
This is our life and not about a few dollars
They just did away with 1300 blue collars
– Jim O’Neal