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