Kentucky Mine

His eyes are greener than the meadows

His hair is greyer than a ghost

His lungs are blacker than the shadows

That dance in circles down below



You see them every monday morning

Electric halos light their way

Five days of widows mourning

But friday rolls the stone away



Chorus



Kentucky mine, doing time

Never see the light of day

Kentucky mine, stand in line

Just to dig your own grave



From coal dust they make a living

To coal dust they will return

The earth is good but unforgiving

And someone's got to keep the fire burnin'

Daddy says,