The Hinterland Band - Coal

No, thank you, son, I'm fine
I quit 'em cold in '49
She said reek of drink or smoke, the choice is mine
She passed on in '61
Yeah and I'll be honest, son
I still reach for one from time to time
I was born in '24
And when I got back from the war
I dug more coal than I'd thought there was to dig
And I've been putting on these clothes
And driving down this dusty road
For longer than I'd thought I'd ever live
And it's all so still, you know
When you're three hundred feet below
And you smell the heat of hell just down the line
Oh, but there's still goddamn coal
Down in that goddamn hole
Oh, and there's still hours to go 'til quitting time
I heard trees turn into peat
And underweight and heat
Time turns everything to pitch-black gold
And a billion years from then
I'll go to town with all the men
And piss every cent I earned into the snow
And it's all so still, you know
When you're three hundred feet below
And you smell the heat of hell just down the line
Oh, but there's still goddamn coal
Down in that goddamn hole
Oh, and there's still hours to go 'til quitting time
I think I'd like to die
Sitting on this old dragline
Just roll me down the hole when it's my time
Maybe someday, bless my soul
When my body turns to coal
I'll get dug up by some kid with eyes like mine
And it's all so still, you know
When you're three hundred feet below
And you smell the heat of hell just down the line
Oh, but there's still goddamn coal
Down in that goddamn hole
And there's still hours to go 'til quitting time
There's still hours to go 'til quitting time

Written by:
Zacharie Riddle

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