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Mudvayne (Mudvayne) · Mudvayne [Limted Edition] (Mudvayne) · Mudvayne (Mudvayne) · Playlist: The Very Best of Mudvayne (Mudvayne) · Coal Miner's Daughter: Live (Loretta Lynn) · Coal Miner's Daughter [Dynamic] (Loretta Lynn) · Coal Country Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Coal Chamber [CD & DVD] (Coal Chamber) · Coal Miner's Daughter [LT Series] (Loretta Lynn) · Diamonds to Coal (Eric McFadden) – and 90 other albums »


Note to self, be a wreck by half past ten
Be strong, be proud, be able
Be charmed, be extended, be in motion
Be at loggerheads with Chris

Like
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight
the babies at night and read the Bible by the coal oil light
And everything would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight kids
turning diamonds to coal

In love we find out who we are
In sorrow we abide
Our strength's revealed by what we build
From the broken things inside

But
repeat

[Chorus]

The man who lives by the gun now
bound to die by the gun now
repeat

[Chorus: x2]

The youths are wailing in the streets now
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time

It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where live's my Cajun baby the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where live's my Cajun baby the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time

It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
blood, you're just 
gonna be a plain old coal miner as long as you live." He went on to say, "It's a habit (CHUCKLE) 
sorta like chewin' tobaccer."
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
[Chorus]

At the age of sixty-four, 
If he lives that long, 
He'll greet you at the door 
And he'll gently lead you by the arm 
In the dark recess
[Chorus]

At the age of sixty-four, if he lives that long, he'll greet you at the door
And he'll gently lead you by the arm
In the dark recess
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
a tree by the river
When I put my trust in You
I'll be like a coal in the fire
When I put my hope in You
the coals

You can take me down
To show me your home
Not the place where you live
But the place where you belong
You can bend my ear
We can talk all
to the sea
Mankind's brought to its' knees
And the land is scorched by war machines
As foretold in The Prophecy
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Live by the gun