His eyes are greener than the meadows
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His hair is greyer than a ghost
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His lungs are blacker than the shadows
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That dance in circles down below
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You see them every Monday morning
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Electric halos light their way
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Five days of widows mourning
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But Friday rolls the stone away
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Kentucky mine, doing time
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Never see the light of day
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Kentucky mine, stand in line
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Just to dig your own grave
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From coal dust they make a living
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To coal dust they will return
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The earth is good but unforgiving
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And someone's got to keep the fire burnin'
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Daddy says, "Listen to me,
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Do not follow where my footsteps lead"
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Kentucky mine, doing time
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Never see the light of day
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Kentucky mine, stand in line
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Just to dig your own grave
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And everything he said was true
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But what's a Kentucky boy like me to do?
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Kentucky mine, doing time
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Never see the light of day
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Kentucky mine, stand in line
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Just to dig your own grave
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Kentucky Mine
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| Diamond Rio |
