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Basically we're all alone at the echo of a pick axe chime.
The black lung stings as the pick axe rings and the void of the mine closes in.
The devils came as the darkness sang, a song for the holy ghost.
Tempted the souls for those pennies turned to gold, like the dust that I spit from my mouth.
I remember a night there was a bar room fight and I lost all of my best friends.
We gambled and played we drank that whiskey oaken keg and we all never spoke again.
I had a wife that I met back in high school, her name was Lila Jean.
We saved away to escape someday, with a local miner's minor pay.
We saved so long, that the fall came and gone, at least 37 times.
The dimes fell through the cracks in the floor board darkness and we never saw them again.
West Virginia is home and that's where we're staying, at the blade of a bible hymn.
Jesus says we're wicked so we'll always keep picking at the scab in this open mine.
RECORDED, MIXED & MASTERED by
KENNY RILEY, RIO GRANDE STUDIOS, Albuquerque, NM
with special thanks to DREW NEWMAN
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