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It happened an hour ago, |
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Way down in this tunnel of coal, |
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Gas caught fire from somebody's lamp. |
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And the miners are choking in smoke. |
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Goodbye to Dickie and Honey, |
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Goodbye to the wife that I love. |
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Lot of these men not coming home, |
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Tonight when the work whistle blows. |
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Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, |
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Dear mother and father goodbye. |
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My fingers are weak and I cannot write, |
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Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |
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It looks like the end for me, |
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And all of my buddies I see. |
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We're all writing letters to children we love, |
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Please carry our word to our wives. |
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We, found a little place in the air, |
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Crawled and drug ourselves here. |
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But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in, |
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And the gas is burning my eyes. |
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Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, |
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Dear mother and father goodbye. |
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My fingers are weak and I cannot write, |
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Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |
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Forgive me for the things I done wrong, |
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I love you lots more than you know. |
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When the night whistle blows and I don't come home, |
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Do all that you can to help mom. |
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I can hear the moans and groans, |
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More than a hundred good men. |
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Just work and fight and try to see, |
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That this never happens again. |
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Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, |
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Dear mother and father goodbye. |
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My fingers are weak and I cannot write, |
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Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |
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My eyes are blinded with fumes, |
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But it sounds like the men are all gone, |
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'Cept Joe Valentini, Fred Gussler and George, |
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Trapped down in this hell hole of fire. |
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Please name our new baby Joe, |
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So he'll grow up like big Joe. |
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He'll work and he'll fight and he'll fix up the mines, |
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So fire can't kill daddy no more. |
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Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, |
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Dear mother and father goodbye. |
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My fingers are weak and I cannot write, |
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Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |
