I've searched the world over all of my life Just looking for something To make my love shine like a candle that burns in the night But I came up with
My pappy said when I was seventeen you're six feet tall and your face is clean And it don't look right for a boy that old to not make a livin' loadin'
My name is Jackson Jameson, a coal miner by trade From a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union
I think I feel a little hurt My fists are turning coal to diamonds Why no one told me so much work Would all go into tryin'? Oh, but those feelings ain
Travelin' down that coal town road Listenin' to my rubber tires whine Goodbye to Buckeye and white Sycamore I'm leavin' you behind I've been coal miner
I'm tired of walking down that lonesome road I'm tired of walking down that lonesome road It's a mighty hard travelin' and a heavy load I swing that
Just as sure as that sun's gonna shine When he comes at his table, I will dine Just as sure as that dog's gonna whine In my heart, no longer will I pine
Hey I'm just an old chunk of coal But I'm gonna be a diamond some day I'm gonna grow and glow till I'm so blue pure perfect I'm gonna put a smile on everybody
Gonna go out to the arrivals gate at the airport And sit there all day Watch people reuniting, public affection so exciting It even makes airports okay
Come and listen you fellows so young and so fine And seek not your fortunes in the dark dreary mines It will form as a habit and seep in your soul Till
Now that our mountain is growing With people hungry for wealth How come it's you that's a going And I'm left all alone by myself? We used to hunt the
I remember the ways in the bygone days when we was all in our prime When us and John L. we give the old man hell down in the Blue Diamond Mine Well the
Travelin' on down that coal town road Listen to my rubber tires whine Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore I'm leavin' you behind Oh, I've been a coal
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
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul? He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him's black as
Me train running low on soul coal They push pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that, no, no, no They shouldn't do that Me train running
Look at me, I'm twenty three Beautiful, a sight to see tonight A little dress to draw the press And I'll be leaving all the rest behind Well, be pleased
You sit there on the couch Sipping your scotch and ice You turn the TV on And tune me out again So what would you say to me If you could talk to me You