My aging dad before me and my brothers all in line
When I turned 17 I went down in the mines
A battery lamp upon my head, steel toes upon my feet
And a bucket in my hand with bread and potted tea
My lungs are filling every day with dust they call black d**h
You think of it don't say though each time you take a breath
You know have to stay down there, there's nothing else to do
When you have no life above the ground, what's a miner's son to do
Chorus:
When living in West Virginia
You only get one go
Burrow in beneath the ground
And dig the old black coal
You work the job, you eat the dust, you pay back all your debts
The company store's bill caught up, I guess you done your best
When the doctor calls he has the news, your tests have all come back
There's no more underground for you, your lungs have both turned black
The years pa**ed, the miner died, they laid him in the ground
His son looked down upon the grave in the churchyard of the town
"Dad I know I promised you, those words cannot hold true
When the whistle blows at 5 o'clock, what's a miner's son to do?"
Chorus:
When living in West Virginia
You only get one go
Burrow in beneath the ground
And dig the old black coal