ain’t no sunshine in the gut of that mountain
daddy begged his boy be anything but a miner
but his lady got a baby in the belly
so he’ll trade his dream to a black lung thief
to put food on the paintsville table

they call him little man just a nickname from his granny
he tries to tow the line 3 mile down in the mine
boss man sleepin in a mansion of fine stone
while he’s diggin sulphur rock down in a pitch black hole
to put food on the paintsville table

little hands hold hungry hearts
daddy push that ol’ coal cart
harder down the line til you’re not able
to put food on the paintsville table

his mama says his frame is frail he’s just too long and skinny
he just wants to be a man takin care of his family
but the devil dwells in his growin pain
can’t get enough caffeine pumpin through his vein
to keep food on the paintsville table

greedy boss man’s he’s gettin rich he’s gettin fat
he don’t lift a finger he just sits back
watch em dwindle ‘way their bodies for his coal
he don’t give a damn bring the next boy on
to put food on the paintsville table

little hands hold hungry hearts
daddy push that ol’ coal cart
harder down the line til you’re not able
to put food on the paintsville table

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