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My pappy said when I was seventeen you're six feet tall and your face is clean |
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And it don't look right for a boy that old to not make a livin' loadin' coal |
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Loadin' coal loadin' coal I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole |
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Never get rich for to save my soul and forty 'leven years a loadin' coal loadin' coal |
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Ain't never got acquainted with a dollar bill and I don't ever reckon that I ever will |
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A dollar ain't made for a fellar I'm told that scoops up a livin' loadin' coal |
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Loadin' coal loadin' coal... |
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I cussed everything in the mining camp from a shovel and my pick to my carbide lamp |
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But I know mighty well till I grow old I'll still be a cussin' but loadin' coal |
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Loadin' coal loadin' coal... |
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I know just as well as coal is black one of these days the mines were strike |
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And I'll sit around starvin' till I'm finally told |
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There's a nickel more a ton for loadin' coal |
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Loadin' coal loadin' coal... |
