Testo Kentucky Coal Miner's Prayer Aaron Watson
So I drink this whiskey for my throat
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat
Early every morning I stand in line
Waiting to work these Kentucky coal mines
We enter the shaft around five thirty
With two dozen hands, cold, callused and dirty
Weâll dig through a million tons of rock and clay
And weâll still be digging at the end of the day
Down on our knees we confess our sins
And pray that the roof above donât cave in
So bless our hearts and save or souls
And the air we breathe down in the devilâs hole
Just last week when the the ceiling fell
The explosion trapped us in the depths of hell
The weight of the earth took poor Tuckerâs life
Leaving behind a hungry baby and wife
We dug out with our shovels and picks
But soon enough the black lung disease will make us sick
So bless our hearts and save or souls
And the air we breathe down in the devilâs hole
I work deep in the mountains of eastern Kentucky
I know if I leave Harlan alive Iâll be more than lucky
Wish I could go to Texas and plant some cottonseed
But moving takes money and Iâve got three mouths to feed
So I drink this whiskey for my throat
Wear my hard hat and weathered coat
Early every morning I stand in line
Waiting to work another Kentucky coal mine