Son of a Coal Miner

In the bowels of the earth lived raw energy
The man worked until his hands bled
He loved his wife and soon would be born
A son of a coal miner

In a quiet country town they called their home
In the hills and the hollers they lived free
One hot country night, feeling kinda frisky
Nine months later came that bundle of joy

Bundle of joy needs food and diapers
Money I just ain't got, so...

Day in, day out, shovel that coal, shovel that coal
Day in, day out, shovel that coal, shovel that coal
Day in, day out, shovel that coal, shovel that coal
Day in day out, sell your soul, sell your soul
Sell your soul, sell your soul

Back breaking work, so hard and unrewarding
Come home sore and angry from another day's toiling
Whining crying baby and his unhappy mother
Work hard for their comfort, why they treat me so badly?

Wish I had it made, wish I could provide better
Make them happy, give them more so they'll appreciate me
Come home sick and tired, coughing up black lung
Wish my luck was better and somebody could help me

Bill Bob Jr. needs food and diapers
Money I just ain't got, so...

Day in, day out, shovel that coal, shovel that coal
Day in, day out, shovel that coal, shovel that coal
Day in, day out, shovel that coal, shovel that coal
Day in day out, sell your soul, sell your soul
Sell your soul, sell your soul

Sell your soul, sell your soul
Sell your soul, sell your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Alan Broski, Michael John Snyder-barker
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