Clarence Died Young

Down in the mines there's some sick folks you'll find
Where the bright light of day never reaches their wide eyes
They'll joke and they'll laugh as the long hours pass
And the sick things they say might make a person gasp

But between the hours long
You'll hear them start to cough
And the sickness within
Will never quite shake off

They called him black lung
When Clarence died young
And placed the burial shroud
Down over his head

He was only sixteen
Lean and surely mean
But he worked all day
So he could bring his money home

His mother was dressed in black
Neath the church by the little shack
But the company wouldn't dare to come
And pay their last respects

They called him black lung
When Clarence died young
And placed the burial shroud
Down over his head

They called him black lung
When Clarence died young
And placed the burial shroud
Down over his head



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Shelton
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