My name is Jackson Jameson, a coal miner by trade
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From a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save
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With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union Army generals
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It's nowhere in particular but everywhere in general
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History says Americans, we have the right to choose
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But they never mention those of us whose opinions aren't used
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Well, the big flood came in '72 and tore the railroad bridges down
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Washed away our only means of getting shipments out of town
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And the government won't subsidize rebuilding the Central Line
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So there's barroom fights and anthracite and loads of extra time
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History says Americans, we have the right to choose
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But they never mention those of us whose opinions aren't used
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CHORUS
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There's diamonds in the coal everybody ignores
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A man never finds what he ain't looking for
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A tree only grows if you nurture the seed
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There's too many gems this world doesn't need
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The people left like rainwater flowing through an open drain
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But here I sit too proud to admit and too damn old to change
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Now, the monuments at Gettysburg keep the tourists going there
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But we died too slow and quietly for anyone to care
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History says Americans, we have the right to choose
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But they never mention those of us whose opinions aren't used
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CHORUS
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Diamonds in the Coal
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| The Badlees |
