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Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I'll relate to thee. |
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My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I'll tell I'm a coal miner's son. I'm sure I wish you well. |
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I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. |
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I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. |
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And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. |
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Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. |
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Coal miner, won't you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. |
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They take your very life's blood, they take our children's lives. |
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They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. |
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Oh miner, won't you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. |
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Dear miner, they will slave you till you can't work no more. |
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And what'll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? |
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A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. |
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You have to pay the company rent, your payin' never stops. |
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I am a coal miner's son. I'm sure I wish you well. |
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Let's sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
