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Words and Music by : Merle Travis | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Recorded by Harry
Belafonte: Recording date: 1962 Playing time: 4:15 45 : VLP2574 (7"-33rpm) LP : LSP2574, PJL2-8121, Tape: FTP-1154, P8S-1024 CD: CD036, ARMCD019, 82876-62587-2, |
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Lyrics: Come all you young fellers so young and so fine Seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine It’ll form as a habit it’ll seed in your soul Till the blood in your veins runs black as the coal For it’s dark as a dungeon and it’s damp as the dew Where the dangers are double the pleasures are few Where the rain never falls the sun never shines Oh God it’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines Oh it’s many a man I’ve known in my day Who lived just to labor his whole life away Like a fiend for his dope a drunkard his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mine Oh I hope when I die and the ages do roll Yes my body will harden and turn into coal And I look from the door of my heavenly home To see a poor miner a diggin’ my bones |
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