Black Lung Blues

The mountain tops feared his pick
So the lobbies grabbed the money, put a curse on that hick
His daddy lived long, the son is dead
The rest of his kin are similarly haunted

With the black lung blues
The black lung blues
Black lung blues

You broke their backs and smoked their lungs
But where do hippies think that power came from
The lights flicker out
It ain't no ghoul
Who's haunting who
It's spooky

Now the ghosts of the coalminers don't sleep well
The company store's now the gateway to Hell
Appalachia's lost but the holler folk know
The ghosts sleep best when they're snorting black snow

It's the black lung blues
The black lung blues
The black lung blues



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Impellizzeri
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