| Well, I ought to be working in a coal mine
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| Neck deep in black lung soot
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| Swinging a pick at that mountain side
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| Halfway to China, I think I would
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| Fit right in where the sun don’t shine
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| She’s better off alone
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| Yeah I ought to be working in a coal mine
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| Lord knows I’m good at digging holes
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| Well I ought to be drilling for that black gold
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| Swimming in that Texas tea
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| I could make a killing all on my own
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| Selling my misfortune to a family
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| Cause when I hit rock bottom
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| The deeper down I go
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| Yeah, I ought to be drilling for that black gold
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| Lord knows I’m good at digging holes
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| Well I ought to be working for the railroads
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| Sweat pouring off my back
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| Hauling away a heavy load
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| It’s a far cry from heaven down a cold steel track
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| And I can’t take her with me
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| She’s better off without
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| Yeah I ought to be working for the railroads
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| Lord knows I’m good at leaving town
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| When it comes to love I ain’t got a clue
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| What this heart of mine is supposed to do
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| It tears me up inside what I put her through
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| Still she won’t let go
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| Well I ought to make my living in a graveyard
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| Over my head in dirt
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| If I had a shovel I’d bury this heart
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| Six feet down and my last words would be:
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| «I never meant to hurt you
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| «I'm better off a ghost»
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| Yeah, I ought to make my living in a graveyard
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| Lord knows I’m good at digging holes
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| Oh I ought to make my living in a graveyard
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| Lord knows I’m good at digging holes |