| Travelling down this coal town road
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| Listening to my rubber tires whine
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| Good-bye to buckeye and white sycamore
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| I’m leaving you behind
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| I’ve been a coal man all my life
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| Laying down track in the hole
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| Got a back like an ironwood,
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| Warped by the wind,
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| Blood veins as blue as the coal
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| Blood veins as blue as the coal
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| Somebody said «That's a strange tattoo
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| You have on the side of your head»
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| I said «That's the blueprint left by the coal
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| A little more and I’d be dead»
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| Well, I love the rumble and I love the dark
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| I love the cool of the slate
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| But this travelling around, looking for a job
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| Travelling and looking I hate
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| Travelling and looking I hate
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| I stood in line for the union
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| Fought against the company
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| Stood for the U.M.W.A.
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| Now who’s gonna stand by me?
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| I got no job and I got no pay
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| I just got a weary soul
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| And this blue tattoo on the side of my face
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| Left by the number nine coal
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| Left by the number nine coal
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| Someday, when I’m dead and gone
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| To heaven, the land of my dreams
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| I won’t have to worry on losing my job
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| To hard times and big machines
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| And I ain’t gonna pay my money away
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| On dues and hospital plans
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| I’m gonna pick coal, where the blue heaven’s roll
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| And sign with the angel band
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| Sing with the angel band… |