The Dark, Dirty, Dangerous life of a Coal Miner.

Working in a deep dark tunnel

Mining for Black Gold.

Lungs are filled with coal dust.

It's the only life I know.

My daddy was a miner before me

His daddy before him.

Here in the hills of West Virginia

It's like a family tradition.

I pray to God each day

This mine won't be my death.

I'm thankful when I see daylight

Thankful to catch a breath.

Black Gold has fed my family

Appalachia is so poor.

I'll work here till my dying breath

Than I'll mine coal no more.

Submitted: June 14, 2007

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