Daddy was a coalminer.
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He worked the pits all day.
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In Rock Springs, Wyoming.
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It was meant to be a stop for a day, became his home nothing more I can say.
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Daddy was a part time farmer.
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He worked the field for pay.
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But he'd rather have new shoes for them horses.
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But late one day, them horse run away.
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Shouldn't have put the shoes on that way.
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Too bad for daddy.
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Such a shame he took it all.
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So me and mom took the high road.
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But it's not like we had a choice at all.
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Daddy was a guitar player.
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He'd play that joint all night.
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Out back in the shack the six-string was his demon.
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Maybe one day I could run away, join my dad in a band to play.
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Now it's just me and mom here.
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Oh, we sit alone all night.
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But if you listen close you can hear my daddy playing.
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It was meant to be a stop for a day, left us here, now he's on his way.
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Too bad for daddy.
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Such a shame he took it all.
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So me and mom, we took the high road.
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But it's not like we have a choice at all.
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It's too bad for daddy.
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Such a shame he took it all.
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So me and mom took the high road.
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But it's not like we had a choice at all.
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Daddy was a coalminer.
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Coalminer (Album Version)
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O.A.R. |