| I was born on this mountain a long time ago
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| Before they knocked down the timber and strip-mined the coal
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| When you rose in the mornin' before it was light
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| To go down in that dark hole and come back up at night
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| I was born on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
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| She holds me and keeps me from worry and woe
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| Well, they took everything that she gave, now they’re gone
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| But I’ll die on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
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| I was young on this mountain but now I am old
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| And I knew every holler, every cool swimmin' hole
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| ‘Til one night I lay down and woke up to find
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| That my childhood was over and I went down in the mine
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| There’s a hole in this mountain and it’s dark and it’s deep
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| And God only knows all the secrets it keeps
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| There’s a chill in the air only miners can feel
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| There’re ghosts in the tunnels that the company sealed |