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