Everything was the same, and I worked on the paper machine
Til the corporate accountants came and cooked up the books again
In the winter that just arrived, we were working, just trying to thrive
By mid November, that ax it fell, it's a time I'll remember oh so well

The day they shut old Boise down, and the bells were ringing
The day they shut old Boise down, and the people were singing, They went
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No,

Back with my wife watching TV, When one day she said to me,
Honey quick, come see, there goes the e-con-omy
Now I don't mind em even if I should, but they take our pride and that's no good
They took what we had and left with the rest
But they should never have taken the community chest.

The day they shut old Boise down, and the bells were ringing
The day they shut old Boise down, and the people were singing, They went
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No,

Like my father before me, I was a workin' man
Like my brother above me, I was a pulp mill hand.
We made a profit for them to save, But Brokers have gold streets to pave
I swear by my empty bank receipt
You can't feed your kids while you're out on the street

The day they shut old Boise down, and the bells were ringing
The day they shut old Boise down, and the people were singing, They went
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No,