Coal Vein Rhythms

(hummmmm) Six hundred feet

of cold dark stone

Working the seam all on my own

With a rusty pick

and a iron spade

This is where

my youth was made Oh,

coal mining creation,

born of the dust

In the soot and the sweat

and the tools we trust

Digging out the fire from the belly of the earth

We know what a ton of coal is worth

(lord, we know)

My father's hands

were black as coal

It takes the breath and it buys the soul But we keep

the home fires

burning bright

Down in the deep where there is no light

Oh,

coal mining creation, born of the dust In the soot and the

sweat

and the tools we trust

Digging out the fire from the belly of the earth

We know what a ton of coal is worth

Digging down below

(down below) Where the cold winds blow