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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDown In The Mine
Here in Harlan County, the choices are fewTo keep food on the table and the babies in shoesYou can grow marijuana way back in the pinesOr work for the man down in the mineYou never forget your first day in the holeThere's a pit in your stomach and your mouth's full of coalThere's no turning back once you make up your mindAs the cart rattles on down in the mineWay down in the mine, your tears turn to mudAnd you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungsLoading hillbilly gold where the sun never shinesTwelve hours a day, diggin' your graveWay down in the mineWell the old timers talk but you just don't believeIt can all go to hell at two thousand feetLife sways in the balance of nature and timeAnd fate has no mercy down in the mineThe news spreads like fire and burned through those hillsHopes were held high but five men got killedOn the wings of canaries, your soul surely fliesWhile your bones spend eternity down in the mineWay down in the mine, your tears turn to mudAnd you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungsLoading hillbilly gold where the sun never shinesTwelve hours a day, diggin' your graveWay down in the mineSo take a flask from your crib can can and a pull of moonshineAnd say a prayer for them boys down in the mine
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