Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Lung, artist - The Dead South. Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Song language: English
Black Lung |
| Basically we are all alone in the centre of a pickaxe mine |
| Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings |
| As the void of the mine closes in |
| The Devil Came and the Angels sang |
| A Song of the Holy Ghost |
| Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold |
| Like the dust I spit from my mouth |
| Wooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o |
| Remember the night with the barroom fight |
| Where I killed all of my best friends |
| We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg |
| And we never saw it again |
| Well I had a wife that I met back in High school |
| Her name was Lyla-Jean |
| We saved away to escape some place |
| On a local miner’s minor pay |
| Whooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o |
| We saved so long the fall came and gone |
| At Least 27 times |
| It fell through the floorboards into deep dark darkness |
| And we never saw it again |
| West Virginia’s home and that’s where we’re staying |
| To the blade of the bible hymn |
| Jesus says we’re wicked so we just keep on pickin' |
| At the scab of the open mine |
| Whooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o |