The Dying Miner

Song The Dying Miner
Artist Woody Guthrie
Album Struggle

Lyrics

作曲 : Guthrie
It happened an hour ago,
Way down in this tunnel of coal,
Gas caught fire from somebody's lamp.
And the miners are choking in smoke.
Goodbye to
Dickie and
Honey, Goodbye to the wife that
I love. Lot of these men not coming home,
Tonight when the work whistle blows.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.
It looks like the end for me,
And all of my buddies
I see. We're all writing letters to children we love,
Please carry our word to our wives.
We, found a little place in the air,
Crawled and drug ourselves here.
But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in,
And the gas is burning my eyes.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.
Forgive me for the things
I done wrong,
I love you lots more than you know.
When the night whistle blows and
I don't come home,
Do all that you can to help mom.
I can hear the moans and groans,
More than a hundred good men.
Just work and fight and try to see,
That this never happens again.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.
My eyes are blinded with fumes,
But it sounds like the men are all gone, '
Cept Joe Valentini,
Fred Gussler and
George, Trapped down in this hell hole of fire.
Please name our new baby
Joe, So he'll grow up like big
Joe. He'll work and he'll fight and he'll fix up the mines,
So fire can't kill daddy no more.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Guthrie
It happened an hour ago,
Way down in this tunnel of coal,
Gas caught fire from somebody' s lamp.
And the miners are choking in smoke.
Goodbye to
Dickie and
Honey, Goodbye to the wife that
I love. Lot of these men not coming home,
Tonight when the work whistle blows.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.
It looks like the end for me,
And all of my buddies
I see. We' re all writing letters to children we love,
Please carry our word to our wives.
We, found a little place in the air,
Crawled and drug ourselves here.
But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in,
And the gas is burning my eyes.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.
Forgive me for the things
I done wrong,
I love you lots more than you know.
When the night whistle blows and
I don' t come home,
Do all that you can to help mom.
I can hear the moans and groans,
More than a hundred good men.
Just work and fight and try to see,
That this never happens again.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.
My eyes are blinded with fumes,
But it sounds like the men are all gone, '
Cept Joe Valentini,
Fred Gussler and
George, Trapped down in this hell hole of fire.
Please name our new baby
Joe, So he' ll grow up like big
Joe. He' ll work and he' ll fight and he' ll fix up the mines,
So fire can' t kill daddy no more.
Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and
I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.