歌曲 | Kentucky Coal Miner's Prayer |
歌手 | Aaron Watson |
专辑 | Shutupanddance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Watson | |
Deep in the mountain of | |
Harlan County | |
Employed by the | |
Cumberland coal company | |
The pay is short, the days are long | |
But our labor union laws are coming on strong | |
So I drink this whiskey for my throat | |
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat | |
Early every morning | |
I stand in line | |
Waiting to work these | |
Kentucky coal mines | |
We enter the shaft around five thirty | |
With two dozen hands, cold, callused and dirty | |
We’ll dig through a million tons of rock and clay | |
And we’ll still be digging at the end of the day | |
Down on our knees we confess our sins | |
And pray that the roof above don’t cave in | |
So bless our hearts and save or souls | |
And the air we breathe down in the devil’s hole | |
Just last week when the the ceiling fell | |
The explosion trapped us in the depths of hell | |
The weight of the earth took poor | |
Tucker’s life | |
Leaving behind a hungry baby and wife | |
We dug out with our shovels and picks | |
But soon enough the black lung disease will make us sick | |
So bless our hearts and save or souls | |
And the air we breathe down in the devil’s hole | |
I work deep in the mountains of eastern | |
Kentucky I know if | |
I leave Harlan alive | |
I’ll be more than lucky | |
Wish I could go to | |
Texas and plant some cottonseed | |
But moving takes money and | |
I’ve got three mouths to feed | |
So I drink this whiskey for my throat | |
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat | |
Early every morning | |
I stand in line | |
Waiting to work another | |
Kentucky coal mine |
zuo qu : Watson | |
Deep in the mountain of | |
Harlan County | |
Employed by the | |
Cumberland coal company | |
The pay is short, the days are long | |
But our labor union laws are coming on strong | |
So I drink this whiskey for my throat | |
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat | |
Early every morning | |
I stand in line | |
Waiting to work these | |
Kentucky coal mines | |
We enter the shaft around five thirty | |
With two dozen hands, cold, callused and dirty | |
We' ll dig through a million tons of rock and clay | |
And we' ll still be digging at the end of the day | |
Down on our knees we confess our sins | |
And pray that the roof above don' t cave in | |
So bless our hearts and save or souls | |
And the air we breathe down in the devil' s hole | |
Just last week when the the ceiling fell | |
The explosion trapped us in the depths of hell | |
The weight of the earth took poor | |
Tucker' s life | |
Leaving behind a hungry baby and wife | |
We dug out with our shovels and picks | |
But soon enough the black lung disease will make us sick | |
So bless our hearts and save or souls | |
And the air we breathe down in the devil' s hole | |
I work deep in the mountains of eastern | |
Kentucky I know if | |
I leave Harlan alive | |
I' ll be more than lucky | |
Wish I could go to | |
Texas and plant some cottonseed | |
But moving takes money and | |
I' ve got three mouths to feed | |
So I drink this whiskey for my throat | |
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat | |
Early every morning | |
I stand in line | |
Waiting to work another | |
Kentucky coal mine |
zuò qǔ : Watson | |
Deep in the mountain of | |
Harlan County | |
Employed by the | |
Cumberland coal company | |
The pay is short, the days are long | |
But our labor union laws are coming on strong | |
So I drink this whiskey for my throat | |
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat | |
Early every morning | |
I stand in line | |
Waiting to work these | |
Kentucky coal mines | |
We enter the shaft around five thirty | |
With two dozen hands, cold, callused and dirty | |
We' ll dig through a million tons of rock and clay | |
And we' ll still be digging at the end of the day | |
Down on our knees we confess our sins | |
And pray that the roof above don' t cave in | |
So bless our hearts and save or souls | |
And the air we breathe down in the devil' s hole | |
Just last week when the the ceiling fell | |
The explosion trapped us in the depths of hell | |
The weight of the earth took poor | |
Tucker' s life | |
Leaving behind a hungry baby and wife | |
We dug out with our shovels and picks | |
But soon enough the black lung disease will make us sick | |
So bless our hearts and save or souls | |
And the air we breathe down in the devil' s hole | |
I work deep in the mountains of eastern | |
Kentucky I know if | |
I leave Harlan alive | |
I' ll be more than lucky | |
Wish I could go to | |
Texas and plant some cottonseed | |
But moving takes money and | |
I' ve got three mouths to feed | |
So I drink this whiskey for my throat | |
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat | |
Early every morning | |
I stand in line | |
Waiting to work another | |
Kentucky coal mine |