| Call up the captain tell 'em I ain’t comin' in
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| He can dig his own coal something else is happenin'
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| This living that i’m making is doin' us in
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| It’s broken the lives of too many good men
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| Been hauling coal since I was big enough to fight
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| Some 30 odd shifts without a glimpse of daylight
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| The corporation likes to say that everything’s alright
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| Dig your self a hole, get outta' sight
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| There’s a dark cloud above me that’s blocking out the sun
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| Burn another hundred coal listen to the engines run
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| One half is starving while the others having fun
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| So call the captain, call the captain, call the captain, call the captain
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| Melinda close the door
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| I ain’t going down to the mines today
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| I want clear blue skies and a whole lot more
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| I ain’t going down to the mines
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| There’s a hole in this bucket I’ve been carrying around
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| I fill it up to the top and watch it spill on the ground
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| I go down to the mines and when I come back up
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| I got nothin' to show but the sweat on my brow
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| These hills are my own flesh and bones
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| There all that I love and there all that I’ve known
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| Please don’t ask me to destroy my home
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| I’m not gonna choose between my heart and soul, so
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| Call up the Captain tell him I ain’t coming in
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| He can dig his own coal something else is happening
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| This living that making is doin' us in
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| So call the captain, call the captain,…call the captain
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| Melinda close the door
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| I ain’t going down to the mines today
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| I want clear blue skies and a whole lot more
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| I ain’t going down to the mines
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| Hear the whistle blow this mornin'
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| Hear the whistle blow today
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| Hear the whistle blow this mornin'
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| Melinda close the door
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| I ain’t going down to the mines today
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| I want clear blue skies and a whole lot more
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| I ain’t going down to the mines
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| I ain’t going down to the mines
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| I ain’t going down to the mines
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| (end solo) |