Intro: Heard a voice call down from the lonesome north Singing songs of the work and worth Hard edged stories from the hard rock towns I can picture Saturday night Tyres squealing from the Main Street lights Hear the creaking of the cables on the cage as it's lowered down Hard luck stories from the streets of a mining town Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me down I was raised by the Seaway side Staring out at the river wide Rode my bike up the bridge, looked back at the paper mill Through the windows I'd try and see What the future held for the likes of me I can hear the shift-change siren still In the Seaway City, by the stacks of the paper mill Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me down Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me in, boys Don't follow me down Instrumental: