They’re Tearin’ The Labor Camps Down I came back to California cause my home was here To look up my old sweetheart just for fun Mom and Dad had both passed on in two short years While my patriotic chores bein’ done I saw changes all around me and some were good But I hardly recognized my side of town They tore down the swingin’ casing from the cottowood And that tree was all that marked familar ground. Chorus: Oh they’re tearin’ the labor camps down And I feel a little sentimental shame Where’s a working man gonna live at in this town Oh they’re tearin’ the labor camps down. The Hilltop family market had been moved somewhere And the name was changed to fit the newer homes The things that I remember were no longer there And the cabin that my daddy built was gone. Chorus by: José Duarte