| In the black dust towns of east Tennessee
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| All the work’s about the same
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| And you may not go to the job in the ground
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| But you learn the miner’s refrain
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| I’m down in a hole, I’m down in a hole
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| Down in a deep, dark hole
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| I’m down in a hole, I’m down in a hole
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| Down in a deep, dark hole
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| When you search the rain for the silver cloud
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| And you wait on days of gold
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| When you pitch to the bottom
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| And the dirt comes down
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| You cry so cold, so cold
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| I’m down in a hole, I’m down in a hole
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| Down in a deep, dark hole
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| I’m down in a hole, I’m down in a hole
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| Down in a deep, dark hole
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| Now there’s something good in a worried song
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| For the trouble in your soul
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| 'Cause a worried man who’s been a long way down
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| Down in a deep dark hole
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| I’m down in a hole, I’m down in a hole
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| Down in a deep, dark hole
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| I’m down in a hole, I’m down in a hole
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| Down in a deep, dark hole
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| I’m down in a deep, dark hole |