Lyrics

In the deep, dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone "You will never leave Harlan alive" Oh, my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland's Mountain Where he took the pretty girl to be his bride Said, "Won't you walk with me out the mouth of this holler Or we'll never leave Harlan alive" Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking And you spend your life just thinking of how to get away No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains 'Til a man from the northeast arrived Waving hundred dollar bills, he said, "I'll pay you for your minerals" But he never left Harlan alive Grandma sold out cheap, and they moved out west of Pineville To a farm where Big Richland River winds And I'll bet they danced them a jig, and laughed and sang a new song "Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive?" But the times, they got hard and tobacco wasn't selling And old Granddad knew what he'd do to survive He went and dug for Harlan coal and sent the money back to Grandma But he never left Harlan alive Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave
Writer(s): Darrell Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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