There's Broken Promises

INTRO
(0:00 - 0:15)
[Ambient Sound: Low mountain wind blowing down a deserted street, quiet screech of rusted iron hinges]
(Acoustic guitar begins a slow, solemn fingerpicking pattern in E minor, joined by a soft, weeping pedal steel swell)
​[VERSE 1]
(0:15 - 0:45)
[Ambient Sound: Faint wind gusts against weathered timber]
Tavern doors hang crooked on the rusty hinges now
Dust has settled deep upon the wooden bar below
The mining company pulled out when the mountain gave up the ghost
Left three hundred working men to count what cost the most
They traded sweat for script that ain't worth nothing in the hand
And left us sleeping quiet on this hollowed-out old land
​[CHORUS]
(0:45 - 1:10)
(Tempo steady, pedal steel rises with emotional weight, fiddle layer enters)
Oh, there’s broken promises buried in the pine
And empty veins running through the timber of the mine
They promised us a boomtown built of silver and of gold
Then packed up every boxcar when the winter wind blew cold
Now the wind’s the only singer down the lonely main street lanes
Whistling broken promises... and empty veins
​[VERSE 2]
(1:10 - 1:35)
(Brushes on snare kick in soft and steady, low acoustic resonance)
[Ambient Sound: Soft crunch of gravel, distant crow call]
My grandfather built the cabin up along the creek bed wall
Believed the company doctor when he said we’d have it all
Now the shaft is caved in tight beneath the granite ridge
And rust is slowly eating at the narrow iron bridge
They squeezed out every ounce of ore before they turned the light
And left this town to wither in the quiet mountain night
​[CHORUS]
(1:35 - 2:00)
(Full neo-traditional arrangement, mournful fiddle fill)
Oh, there’s broken promises buried in the pine
And empty veins running through the timber of the mine
They promised us a boomtown built of silver and of gold
Then packed up every boxcar when the winter wind blew cold
Now the wind’s the only singer down the lonely main street lanes
Whistling broken promises... and empty veins
​[OUTRO]
(2:00 - 2:30)
(Music begins fading slowly into acoustic picking and pedal steel swells)
[Ambient Sound: Wind softly blowing, faint creak of a distant sign-board]
Empty veins in the mountain...
Broken promises in the ground...
(Single acoustic chord rings out and lingers)
(Wind sound slowly fades out to silence at 2:30)
END