| Baby don’t ya cry 'cause momma’s coming home
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| Poppa goin' bring you back some chitlins and some corn
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| Last frost done took its loss right down to the bone
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| We’re lucky we still got room to roam
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| Goin' there to here is almost at a halt
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| Don’t you go off blaming God, you know it ain’t his fault
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| One time when life was fine someone found the wine
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| Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
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| That still was the best damn still they ever did make
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| Wouldn’t stand for nothing less, stand for no mistake
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| Last Fall we made a haul and filled the limestone mine
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| Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
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| Winter come a change
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| Spring bring the rain
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| We weren’t meant to stay the same
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| One thing for sure
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| We done found the cure,
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| Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
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| Black coal from the strip mine way up north at Jellico
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| Kept the brew running smooth along the Thunder Road
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| Way back down in Bear Tree Gap the devil’s juice flowed fine
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| Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
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| The FB- and the TV- I had followed us for years
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| Eventually they got the scent and nabbed us by the hair
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| Man said son I’ll blow up everything between your ears
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| You got to face bout 20 years.
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| Winter come a change
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| Spring bring the rain
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| We weren’t meant to stay the same
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| And now from this cell
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| I’ve a story to tell…
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| Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
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| Cumberland Mountain Number Nine |