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Albums:

Folk Songs of the Hills (Back Home/Songs of the Coal Miners) (Merle Travis) · Reunion: A Decade of Solas [CD/DVD] (Solas) · Sufriendo A Solas (Lupillo Rivera) · A Solas Con Chayanne [CD/DVD] (Chayanne) · A Solas con Chayanne (Chayanne) · Reunion: A Decade of Solas [CD/DVD] (Solas) · A Solas con Chayanne (Chayanne) · Solas (Ronan Hardiman) · A Solas En Vivo (Margarita Rosa de Francisco) · Life Imitating Life (Augustana) – and 90 other albums »


Miner's life is like a sailor's
'Board a ship to cross the wave
Everyday, his life's in danger
Still he ventures, being brave

Watch the rocks,
His dad was a miner and his granddad was too
There was never much question about what he might do
By the age of thirteen he had laid down his pen
see me
Angered by your love so squeeze me
I propose to fight for what is mine

Cause I'll take you back again

He's a miner's son he stole my true
you're mining for coal

I was a miner
And you were a rock in the dust
But you became flawless
When you were you polished by love

And when I found
I remember the ways in the by gone days
When we were in our prime
How us and John L 
Give the old man hell
Down in the blue diamond mine

Well
Harold Payne

I hitchhiked into Idaho in the middle of the night
Caught the autumn outdoor late show by God's own candle light
I closed my eyes
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."
next of kin
And their legacy passed down to me the sons of mountain men

Raised to be a miner by a miners callused hands
Passed my youth between
next of kin
And their legacy passed down to me the sons of mountain men

Raised to be a miner by a miners callused hands
Passed my youth between
my day, 
Who lived just to labor his whole life away. 
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine, 
A man will have lust for the lure
coal miner all of my life. Layin' down track in the hole.
Gotta back like an ironwood, bit by the wind. Blood veins blue as the coal. Blood veins blue
He organized the miners, into the N.M.U.
He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do
He died for the union, also for me and you
sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by Lady Luck they were just sealin' my fate
A young
San Francisco Fan
Loved a no-good gamblin' man;
She drank the coffee dregs so she could fry his eggs
In a golden fryin' pan.

Can-canned by command,
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
been a coal miner all my life
Layin' down track in a hole
Got a back like ironwood, bent by the wind
Blood veins as blue as the coal [Repeat x2]
San francisco fan
Loved a no-good gamblin' man
She drank the coffee dregs
So she could fry his eggs in a golden frying pan

Can-can-ed by command
to find a fitting mate;
A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,
A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.

And while he cooked his
Hands on stance,
if you care love somethin',
see it threatened,
you'll get angry and fight,
scorched earth policy,
nature's not valued by our
Agus nuair a gheobhaimid bás
Múscailte muid i mbeatha síoraí

(If you give love you will receive love
and it is by dying one awakens to eternal life
Agus nuair a gheobhaimid bás
Múscailte muid i mbeatha síoraí

(If you give love you will receive love
and it is by dying one awakens to eternal life
are created 
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable 
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
keeps chirping
And my lungs are tight
When you've got to keep working
What's the point in life
There's a hundred miners here in the union
March
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC 

Microphone controller, master of ceremonies 

So remember why you hate me 

I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By