Dierks Bentley - Down in the mine

^GHere in Harlan County, the ^Cchoices are ^GFew ^GTo keep food on the ^Emtable and the ^Dbabies in ^Cshoes ^GYou can grow marijuana ^Cway back in the ^Gpines ^GOr work for the ^Emman d^Down in the ^Cmine

^GYou never forget your first ^Cday in the ^Ghole ^GThere's a pit in your ^Emstomach and your ^Dmouth's full of ^Ccoal ^GThere's no turning back once you ^Cmake up your ^Gmind ^GAs the cart rattles ^Emon d^Down in the ^Cmine

^CWay down in the ^Dmine, your tears turn to ^Emmud And you^C can't catch ^Gyour breath for the dust in your lungs Loading hillbilly ^Dgold where the sun never ^Emshine^Cs ^CTwelve hours a ^Gday, ^Cdiggin' your ^Ggrave Way ^Ddown in the ^Gmine

^GWell the old timers talk but you ^Cjust don't b^Gelieve ^GIt can all go to ^Emhell at ^Dtwo thousand ^Cfeet ^GLife sways in the balance of ^Cnature and ^Gtime ^GAnd fate has no ^Emmercy ^Ddown in the ^Cmine

^GThe news spreads like fire and ^Cburned through those ^Ghills ^GHopes were held ^Emhigh but ^Dfive men got ^Ckilled ^GOn the wings of canaries, your ^Csoul surely ^Gflies ^GWhile your bones spend ^Emeternity ^Ddown in the ^Cmine

^CWay down in the ^Dmine, your tears turn to ^Emmud And you^C can't catch ^Gyour breath for the dust in your lungs Loading hillbilly ^Dgold where the sun never ^Emshine^Cs ^CTwelve hours a ^Gday, ^Cdiggin' your ^Ggrave Way ^Ddown in the ^Gmine

^GSo take a flask from your crib can can and a ^Cpull of ^Gmoonshine ^GAnd say a prayer for them ^Emboys ^Ddown in the ^Cmine