Dwight Yoakam - Miners prayer

When the w^Chistle blows each morning And I ^G7walk down in that cold dark ^Cmine I say a ^Cprayer to my dear savior please let me ^G7see that sun shine one more ^Ctime

^Fwhen oh when will it be ^Cover When ^Fwill I lay these burdens ^Gdown And when I ^Cdie, dear Lord in heaven Please take s^G7oul from 'neath that cold dark ^Cground

I still ^Cgrieve for my poor brother and I still ^G7hear my dear old mother ^Ccry Late that ^Cnight they came and told her he lost his ^G7life down in the van leer ^Cmine

^Fwhen oh when will it be ^Cover When ^Fwill I lay these burdens ^Gdown And when I ^Cdie, dear Lord in heaven Please take ^G7soul from 'neath that cold dark ground

I have no ^Cshame, I feel no sorrow If this ^G7earth, not much I^C own I have the ^Clove of my sweet children An old plow ^G7mule, a shovel and a ^Choe

^Fwhen oh when will it be ^Cover When ^Fwill I lay these burdens ^Gdown And when I ^Cdie, dear Lord in heaven Please take ^G7soul from 'neath that cold dark g^Cround

Yeah when I ^Cdie, dear Lord in heaven Please take ^G7soul from 'neath that cold dark ^Cground