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Many a man down in these here hills |
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made a living off that old black gold |
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Now there ain't nothing but welfare and pills |
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and the wind never felt so cold |
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I'll be one of the first in a long long line |
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not to go down from that old black lung |
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My death will be slower than the rest of my kind |
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And my life will be sadder than the songs they all sung |
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Old King Coal what are we gonna do |
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when the mountains are gone and so are you |
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They come from the city to lend a hand |
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carrying signs saying, Shut the mines down |
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We ain't looking for pity and you don't understand |
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So go back to your city now cause this ain't your town |
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My Great Grandfather spent his days in a coal mine |
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and his nights on the porch in a chair |
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Now he's in heaven and down here in hell |
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the rivers run muddy and the mountains are bare |
