Basically we are all alone in the centre of a pickaxe mine Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings As the void of the mine closes in The Devil Came and the Angels sang A Song of the Holy Ghost Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold Like the dust I spit from my mouth Wooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Remember the night with the barroom fight Where I killed all of my best friends We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg And we never saw it again Well I had a wife that I met back in High school Her name was Lyla-Jean We saved away to escape some place On a local miner's minor pay Whooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
We saved so long the fall came and gone At Least 27 times It fell through the floorboards into deep dark darkness And we never saw it again West Virginia's home and that's where we're staying To the blade of the bible hymn Jesus says we're wicked so we just keep on pickin' At the scab of the open mine Whooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o oTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
