Now that our mountain is growing With people hungry for wealth How come it's you that's a going And I'm left all alone by myself? We used to hunt the
I remember the ways in the bygone days when we was all in our prime When us and John L. we give the old man hell down in the Blue Diamond Mine Well the
Travelin' on down that coal town road Listen to my rubber tires whine Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore I'm leavin' you behind Oh, I've been a coal
In the deep dark hills of Eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone "You'll never leave
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul? He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him's black as
Me train running low on soul coal They push pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that, no, no, no They shouldn't do that Me train running
I was raised on Black & Tans Ronnie Drew and 'Van the Man' I go off to mass on Sunday And then it's back to the pub on Monday I've got a sister Meghan
I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart Got a pocket full of nothing, a head full of lukewarm beer.
Well I wonder why it is that we have rascals rogues and losers We've got roustabouts rapscallions and a bucket load of boozers We've got balladeers
What?s up niggas and bitches (Ugh) We ain?t no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (We ain?t no rookies at making fame) Fetti nigga, that?s why I
If I trust myself, and in my strength I'll be in the desert with nothing to drink I'll live in the wilderness, so far and so alone And I won't help myself
Na na na na na na na na na Paper mache and telegraph poles things go dead in the night Make enough noise to make enough noise Makes you want to jump
I'm goin' back south in New Orleans Get myself some of them cabbage greens Ooh, them greens, yes, them greens Oh, them greens, they call them cabbage
My soul simply won't bleed Coal blackened walls surround my scene Hardened, callous I've been stung by bees Forfeited courage keeps me in need And I
Well I lost my shirt in a card game in which I never had a chance Well I lost my shirt in a card game at which I never had a chance The deck was marked
Through moors and mists of deception The uninitiated are conjoined Illusive bliss feeds obsession A feeble orientation is provoked Is provoked Inflammatory
I've been lying on a bed of coals I've been crying out of control I roll and I tumble Every time I come down I'm too old to die young And too young to
Who'd of ever thought to call that coal? If my hands were warm then I might I don't know I keep panning and in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down