Dierks Bentley - Down in the mine

^FHere in Harlan County, the ^Fchoices are ^FFew ^FTo keep food on the ^Amtable and the ^Gbabies in ^Fshoes ^FYou can grow marijuana ^Fway back in the ^Fpines ^FOr work for the ^Amman d^Gown in the ^Fmine

^FYou never forget your first ^Fday in the ^Fhole ^FThere's a pit in your ^Amstomach and your ^Gmouth's full of ^Fcoal ^FThere's no turning back once you ^Fmake up your ^Fmind F Am G F As the cart rattles on down in the mine

^FWay down in the ^Gmine, your tears turn to ^Ammud F F And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs Loading hillbilly ^Ggold where the sun never ^Amshine^Fs ^FTwelve hours a ^Fday, ^Fdiggin' your ^Fgrave Way ^Gdown in the ^Fmine

^FWell the old timers talk but you ^Fjust don't b^Felieve ^FIt can all go to ^Amhell at ^Gtwo thousand ^Ffeet ^FLife sways in the balance of ^Fnature and ^Ftime ^FAnd fate has no ^Ammercy ^Gdown in the ^Fmine

^FThe news spreads like fire and ^Fburned through those ^Fhills ^FHopes were held ^Amhigh but ^Gfive men got ^Fkilled ^FOn the wings of canaries, your ^Fsoul surely ^Fflies ^FWhile your bones spend ^Ameternity ^Gdown in the ^Fmine

^FWay down in the ^Gmine, your tears turn to ^Ammud F F And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs Loading hillbilly ^Ggold where the sun never ^Amshine^Fs ^FTwelve hours a ^Fday, ^Fdiggin' your ^Fgrave Way ^Gdown in the ^Fmine

^FSo take a flask from your crib can can and a ^Fpull of ^Fmoonshine ^FAnd say a prayer for them ^Amboys ^Gdown in the ^Fmine