| Steamin' down the muddy waters
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| Travelin' yonder from bay to bay
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| I been workin' on the barge line
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| Fourteen years ago today
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| Eighteen hours hard labor by the day
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| Ain’t much pay for a man
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| Haulin' coal down the down river
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| And he won’t be comin' home for a long time
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| Torches burning by the riverside
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| Cast their shadows grey as stone
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| And the cool October days replacing
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| Much warmer thoughts of home
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| I can still see grandma sittin' on the porch
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| Tellin' the neighbors she’s got a grandson
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| Haulin' coal down the down river
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| And he won’t be comin' home for a long time
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| River’s rising up the marker line
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| While the willows softly moan
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| Sun is rising over the starboard shore
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| Paving the golden road back home
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| I can still see the kids jumpin' rope
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| But there ain’t much hope for a man
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| Haulin' coal down the down river
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| And he won’t be comin' home for a long time
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| Haulin' coal down the down river
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| I’ll be gone a long time
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| Haulin' coal down the down river
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| I’ll be gone a long while |