| Song | Trip To Hyden |
| Artist | Tom T. Hall |
| Album | In Search Of A Song |
| 作词 : Hall | |
| Tossed and turned the night before in some old motel | |
| Subconsciously recallin' some old sinful thing i'd done | |
| My buddy drove the car and those big coal trucks shook us up | |
| As we drove on into hyden in the early morning sun | |
| Past the hound dogs and some domineckered chickens | |
| Temporary-lookin' houses with their lean and bashful kids | |
| Every hundred yards a sign proclaimed that christ was coming soon | |
| And i thought, "well, man, he'd sure be disappointed if he did." | |
| On the way we talked about the 40 miners | |
| Of the 39 who died and one who lived to tell the tale | |
| We stopped for beans and cornbread at the ed & lois cafe | |
| Then went to see the sherrif at the leslie county jail | |
| They took us to the scene of that disaster | |
| I was so surprised to not find any sign of death at all | |
| Just another country hillside with some mudholes and some junk | |
| The mines were deadly silent like a rathole in the wall | |
| "it was just like being right inside of a shotgun." | |
| The old man coughed and lit a cigarette that he had rolled | |
| Back in town i bought a heavy jacket from a store | |
| It was sunny down in hyden but somehow the town was cold | |
| The old man introduced the undertaker | |
| Who seemed refreshed despite the kind of work i knew he did | |
| We talked about the pretty lady from the grand ole opry | |
| An' we talked about the money she was raisin' for the kids | |
| Well, i guess the old man thought we were reporters | |
| He kept reminding me of how his simple name was spelled | |
| Some lady said, "they worth more money now than when they's a-livin'. " | |
| And i'll leave it there 'cause i suppose she told it pretty well |
| zuò cí : Hall | |
| Tossed and turned the night before in some old motel | |
| Subconsciously recallin' some old sinful thing i' d done | |
| My buddy drove the car and those big coal trucks shook us up | |
| As we drove on into hyden in the early morning sun | |
| Past the hound dogs and some domineckered chickens | |
| Temporarylookin' houses with their lean and bashful kids | |
| Every hundred yards a sign proclaimed that christ was coming soon | |
| And i thought, " well, man, he' d sure be disappointed if he did." | |
| On the way we talked about the 40 miners | |
| Of the 39 who died and one who lived to tell the tale | |
| We stopped for beans and cornbread at the ed lois cafe | |
| Then went to see the sherrif at the leslie county jail | |
| They took us to the scene of that disaster | |
| I was so surprised to not find any sign of death at all | |
| Just another country hillside with some mudholes and some junk | |
| The mines were deadly silent like a rathole in the wall | |
| " it was just like being right inside of a shotgun." | |
| The old man coughed and lit a cigarette that he had rolled | |
| Back in town i bought a heavy jacket from a store | |
| It was sunny down in hyden but somehow the town was cold | |
| The old man introduced the undertaker | |
| Who seemed refreshed despite the kind of work i knew he did | |
| We talked about the pretty lady from the grand ole opry | |
| An' we talked about the money she was raisin' for the kids | |
| Well, i guess the old man thought we were reporters | |
| He kept reminding me of how his simple name was spelled | |
| Some lady said, " they worth more money now than when they' s alivin'. " | |
| And i' ll leave it there ' cause i suppose she told it pretty well |