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Daylight or dark in rain or shine |
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It don't much matter down in the mine |
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Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin |
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That's the way of life for the minin' man |
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His lungs are weak his back is gone |
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His sixty years are plainly shown |
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Lived half his life down in the ground |
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A cold steel hammer rings a mournful sound |
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Daylight or dark in rain or shine... |
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I'll tell you son he said to me |
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There's just two things I pray to see |
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That the day my Savior calls me home |
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And to see my son stop minin' coal |
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Oh daddy dear I'll tell you true |
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There's nothing else for me to do |
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But to make my livin' underneath this land |
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And live and die a coal minin' man |
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Daylight or dark in rain or shine... |
