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Born and raised in a minin’ and a craftin’ town
Where blocks of cobblestone were all around
We all dug deep with hearts of stone
Gave it all for that needed coal
Stacks of coal, endless coal
They need it, we need it, we get it
We’d rise with the break of each day
When friends could, they’d join the fray
The miner said, “He needs strong tools,
Give that boy a pickaxe to man!”
Ooohh oh, stacks of coal, endless coal
They need it, we need it, we get it
Oooh oh
We taste that dust upon our tongues
Sing ’bout the weight with our songs
The time to quit has come and gone
But we dug deep and carried on
Coal, coal by the stack, endless coal
They need it, we need it, we get it
Way down here in this dark, cold coal mine
Where the light it rarely barely shines
We swing our picks till the day is done
But we’ll be back with the rising sun
Coal, coal, coal…
Endless coal…
Mine until we can’t no more