You might hear dogs at midnight
Workin' their own graveyard shift
And howlin' out their fill
While down below in coal town
And hear the sleeping husband fight
for every breath he takes.
Oh, the rock slide may not get you.
The fire might pass you by
It might not be your time to die.
But every year gets harder
But when the black lung gets you,
that's the kiss of death.
You might see old men waiting
on the county courthouse green,
Tellin' tales at noontime
of the bitter sights they've seen
It makes for a scarred picture
there beside the courthouse door
and what they're waitin' for
Oh, the rock slide may not get you,
the fire might pass you by
it might not be your time to die.
But every year gets harder
When the black lung gets you,
that's the kiss of death.
Oh, the rock slide may not get you.
The fire might pass you by.
it might not be your time to die.
But every year it gets harder
When the black lung gets you,
that's the kiss of death.
When the black lung gets you,
that's the kiss of death. you
