The Folksmen - Blood on the Coal lyrics

It was April 27th in the year of '91 About a mile below the surface And the warm Kentucky sun The late shift was ending And the early shift was late And the foreman ate his dinner From a dirty tin plate Blood on the tracks Blood in the mine Brothers and sisters What a terrible time Old 97 went in the wrong hole Now in mine number 60 There's blood on the coal Well, the slag pits were steamin' It was 7:25 Every miner worked the coal face Every one of them alive The train came 'round the corner You could the trestle groan But the switcher wasn't listenin' So he left the switch alone Blood on the tracks Blood in the mine Brothers and sisters What a terrible time Old 97 went in the wrong hole Now in mine number 60 There's blood on the coal Well, the walls began to tremble And the men began to yell They could hear that lonesome whistle Like an echo out of...well They dropped their picks and shovels As to safety they did run For to stay among the living In the year of '91 Blood on the tracks Blood in the mine Brothers and sisters What a terrible time Old 97 went in the wrong hole Now in mine number 60 There's blood on the coal Now, an Irishman named Murphy said "I'll stop that iron horse" And he stood to thwart its pa**age And it crushed him dead of course And I hope he hears the irony When e'er this tale is told That the train that took his life Was burning good Kentucky coal Blood on the tracks Blood in the mine Brothers and sisters What a terrible time Old 97 went in the wrong hole Now in mine number 60 There's blood on the coal