There ain’t a job in these mountains you don’t pay for for years
But it’s good to feel useful anyway
I heard down South’s a fountain they’ll throw pennies in for years
Till the coal comes to rest under the weight
It’s with those kinds of things I can relate
The other night I was dreamin’, had a shovel in my hand
And my Grandfather’s land between my toes
Well he asked me to plug up all the holes in our hills
But they sure pay the bills, Heaven knows
There’s a flood in Glen Canyon, but they say it’s a gas
Noah’s flood in a flash, sins washed away
But the folks ain’t abandoned, they’re still sunnin’ by the lake
A pretty gash in the wake of the fray
We can change God’s creation in a day
There’s a sign on my head where the miner’s lamp been
That says coal’s all that’s in this boy’s cards
And I can’t help but wonder when I think of the grin
That my Grandfather pinned between his scars
He said up here’s just closer to the stars
Lord, wash away this black day, wash away
From the peaks to the hollers and graves
Bring down a horse be it red, white, or gray
But just hold that black nag for a day
Bring down a horse be it red, white, or gray
But just hold that black nag for a day
