| Now God made coal for the men who sold their lives to West Van Lear
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| And you keep on diggin' 'til you get down there where it’s darker than your
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| darkest fears
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| And that woman in the kitchen she keeps on cookin' but she ain’t had meat in
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| years
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| Just live off bread, live off hope in a pool of a million tears
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| Now let me tell you somethin' 'bout the gospel
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| And make sure that you mark it down
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| When God spoke out «Let there be light»
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| He put the first of us in the ground
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| And well keep on diggin' 'til the comin' of the Lord
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| And Gabriel’s trumpet sounds
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| 'Cause if you ain’t minin' for the company boy
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| There ain’t much in this town
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| We could’ve made somethin' of ourselves out there if we’d listened to the folks
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| that knew
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| That coal is gonna bury you
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| Now it’s darker than a dungeon
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| And it’s deeper than a well
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| So sometimes I imagine
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| That’s gettin' pretty close to hell
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| And in my darkest hour
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| I cry out to the Lord
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| He said «Keep on minin' boy
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| 'Cause that’s why you were born»
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| Well we could’ve made somethin' of ourselves out there if we’d listened to the
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| folks that knew
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| That coal is gonna bury you |