Travelin' down that coal town road, Listen to those rubber tires whine; Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore, I'm leavin' you behind. I been a coal man all my life Layin' down track in the hole, Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind Blood veins blue as the coal. Somebody said "That's a strange tattoo You have on the side of your head." I said "That's a blue print left by the coal. Just a little more and I'd be dead" BUt I love the rumble and I love the dark I love the cool of the slate. But it's on down the new road lookin' for a job. It's the travelin' and lookin' I hate. I stood for the union, walked in the line, Fought against the company. I stood for the U. M. W. of A. Now who's gonna stand for me? I got no home and I got no pay, Just got a worried soul; And this blue tattoo on the side of my head Left by the number nine coal. Someday when I die and go To Heaven, the land of my dreams, I won't have to worry on losin' my job To hard times and big machines. I ain't gonna pay my money away On dues and hospital plans. I'm gonna pick coal while the blue heavens roll And sing in the angel band.
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