| Travelin' down that coal town road
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| Listen to my rubber tires whine;
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| Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore
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| I’m leavin' you behind
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| Oh I’ve been a coal man all my life
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| Layin' down tracks in the hole
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| Got a back like an ironwood
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| Bent by the wind
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| Blood veins blue as the coal
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| Blood veins blue as the coal
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| Somebody said «That's a strange tattoo
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| You have on the side of your head.»
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| I said «That's a blue print, left by the coal
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| Just a little more and I’d be dead»
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| And I love the rumble and I love the dark
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| I love the cool of the slate
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| But it’s on down the new road lookin' for a job
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| It’s the travelin' and lookin' I hate
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| I’ve stood for the union, walkin' the line
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| Fought against the company;
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| Stood for the U. M. W. of A
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| Now who’s gonna stand for me?
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| I got no house and I got no pay
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| Just got a worried soul;
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| And this blue tattoo on the side of my head
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| Left by the number nine coal
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| Someday when I’m dead and gone
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| To Heaven, the land of my dreams
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| I won’t have to worry on losin' my job
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| To bad times 'n big machines
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| I ain’t gonna pay my money away
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| For pensions and hospital plans
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| I’m gonna pick coal where the blue heavens roll
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| And sing with the angel bands |