Harlan Man

Lord I tried and I found I nearly worked my self in the ground
 But a Harlan man don't have that much of a choice
 Either work down in the mine or the money you won't find
 Cause a harlan man don't have that much of a choice
 Lord I had a friend named Joe, Lord he got covered up with coal
 I heard the mountain crack what an awful sight to see
 Now I work down here alone and it chill's me to the bone
 Just to know that I might be the next to leave
 Lord I wanna get out of this hole but there ain't no where to go
 I've worked so long and God it's killing me
 Many uh years I've worked the mine and for me it's the end of the line
 So when Gabriel blows his horn this is where I'll be
 Dusty lungs, calloused hands with the back of a working man
 Down in the mine wasting my life away
 With a carbide light and no end in sight I'll be here digging on this grave