Shotgun houses, shanty shacks
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Countin' those ties on the railroad tracks
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Thirty-four more, it's almost time
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To see my baby walking out of that
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Chorus:
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Coalmine, covered with dust
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T-shirt tied, all muscled up
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All mine, head to toe
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Come on, come on, a whistle, blow
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I can't wait to get him home
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Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on
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Gonna keep him busy 'til its time
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That he goes back to that coalmine
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Some girls like them gussied up
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Wearing all that smelly stuff
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To me there's nothing quite so fine
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As my man standing out in front of that
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2nd Chorus:
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Coalmine, covered with dust
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T-shirt tied, all muscled up
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All mine, head to toe
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Come on, come on, a whistle, blow
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Power's out that's alright
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We'll make love by miner's light
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Gonna keep him busy till it's time
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That he goes back to that coalmine
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Shotgun houses, shanty shacks
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Countin' those ties on the railroad tracks
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Just two more, it's almost time
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To see my baby walking out of that
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3rd Chorus:
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Coalmine, covered with dust
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T-shirt tied, all muscled up
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All mine, head to toe
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Come on, come on, a whistle, blow
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I don't want no white collared man
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Midnight I like calloused hands
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To keep me busy till it's time
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Til he goes back to that coalmine
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Oh, coalmine covered with dust
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T-shirt tied, all muscled up
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All mine, head to toe
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Come on, come on, a whistle, blow
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I can't wait to get him home
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Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on
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Power's out, well that's all right
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We'll make love by miner's light
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Don't want no white-collared man
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Midnight, I like calloused hands
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I can't wait to get him home,
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Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on
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Power's out, well that's all right
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We'll make love by miner's light
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Don't want no white-collared man
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Midnight, I like calloused hands
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To keep me busy 'til its time
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That he goes back to that coalmine
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Coalmine
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Sara Evans |