Song | You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive |
Artist | Kathy Mattea |
Album | Coal |
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In the deep dark hills of | |
Eastern Kentucky | |
That's the place where | |
I trace my bloodline | |
And it's there | |
I read on a hillside gravestone"You'll never leave Harlan alive" | |
Oh, my granddad’s dad crossed the | |
Cumberland | |
MountainsWhere he took a pretty girl to be his bride | |
Said, "Won't you walk with me out of the mouth of this hollerOr we'll never leave Harlan alive?" | |
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
The sun goes down about three in the day | |
And you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin' | |
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away | |
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains | |
Till a man from the northeast arrived | |
He was waving hundred dollar bills, said, "I'll pay you for your minerals" | |
But he never left | |
Harlan alive | |
Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of | |
PikevilleTo a farm where big | |
Richland river winds | |
Oh, I bet they danced them a jig and they laughed and sang a new song“ | |
Who said we'd never leave | |
Harlan alive” | |
But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling | |
And old granddad knew what he'd do to survive | |
So he went and dug for | |
Harlan coal, sent the money back to granny | |
But he never left | |
Harlan alive | |
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
The sun goes down about three in the day | |
You fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin' | |
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away | |
The sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
And the sun goes down about three in the day | |
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin' | |
And you spend your life diggin’ coal from the bottom of your grave |
In the deep dark hills of | |
Eastern Kentucky | |
That' s the place where | |
I trace my bloodline | |
And it' s there | |
I read on a hillside gravestone" You' ll never leave Harlan alive" | |
Oh, my granddad' s dad crossed the | |
Cumberland | |
MountainsWhere he took a pretty girl to be his bride | |
Said, " Won' t you walk with me out of the mouth of this hollerOr we' ll never leave Harlan alive?" | |
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
The sun goes down about three in the day | |
And you' ll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you' re drinkin' | |
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away | |
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains | |
Till a man from the northeast arrived | |
He was waving hundred dollar bills, said, " I' ll pay you for your minerals" | |
But he never left | |
Harlan alive | |
Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of | |
PikevilleTo a farm where big | |
Richland river winds | |
Oh, I bet they danced them a jig and they laughed and sang a new song" | |
Who said we' d never leave | |
Harlan alive" | |
But the times got hard and tobacco wasn' t selling | |
And old granddad knew what he' d do to survive | |
So he went and dug for | |
Harlan coal, sent the money back to granny | |
But he never left | |
Harlan alive | |
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
The sun goes down about three in the day | |
You fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you' re drinkin' | |
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away | |
The sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
And the sun goes down about three in the day | |
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you' re drinkin' | |
And you spend your life diggin' coal from the bottom of your grave |
In the deep dark hills of | |
Eastern Kentucky | |
That' s the place where | |
I trace my bloodline | |
And it' s there | |
I read on a hillside gravestone" You' ll never leave Harlan alive" | |
Oh, my granddad' s dad crossed the | |
Cumberland | |
MountainsWhere he took a pretty girl to be his bride | |
Said, " Won' t you walk with me out of the mouth of this hollerOr we' ll never leave Harlan alive?" | |
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
The sun goes down about three in the day | |
And you' ll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you' re drinkin' | |
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away | |
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains | |
Till a man from the northeast arrived | |
He was waving hundred dollar bills, said, " I' ll pay you for your minerals" | |
But he never left | |
Harlan alive | |
Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of | |
PikevilleTo a farm where big | |
Richland river winds | |
Oh, I bet they danced them a jig and they laughed and sang a new song" | |
Who said we' d never leave | |
Harlan alive" | |
But the times got hard and tobacco wasn' t selling | |
And old granddad knew what he' d do to survive | |
So he went and dug for | |
Harlan coal, sent the money back to granny | |
But he never left | |
Harlan alive | |
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
The sun goes down about three in the day | |
You fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you' re drinkin' | |
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away | |
The sun comes up about ten in the mornin' | |
And the sun goes down about three in the day | |
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you' re drinkin' | |
And you spend your life diggin' coal from the bottom of your grave |