调：A major•
Verse 1
just a miner in a mining town. I
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I don't see much sun when I'm down in the ground.
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and all other kinds of hard stuff.
Got up this mornin' in the same ol' way,
My wife gimme breakfast in
her stockin' feet,
And I kissed the kids in
down the street.
Centralia here is a pretty little town.
Dream myself up a lot of pretty dreams
and pretty mine bosses and
pretty mine owners
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and pretty women all over the place.
Most men don't talk what's
about different ways of dying down
But every morning we walk
along and joke
One little wild spark of fire
One little spark blowin' us
Up to shake hands with all the
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Lord's little angels.
and crawl different places
dust on our faces,
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through our heads.
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Well, this spark did hit us in the number five,
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I don't know if anybody ever did come out alive.
I got carried out with a busted head,
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the lady said there's a hundred and eleven of us dead.
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I come through two cave -ins an d two more fires before this.
Twenty -two dead down in
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Ohio and thirty -six I seen in
Kentucky later.
And there's a hundred and eleven here in
Sun
Trail.
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they don't come back in these mining towns.
Keep on a -wondering how things would be
Wonder what sort of words and messages that
Wonder if they'd hire anybody
to come down to them
nine hundred dollars worth.
I think it's just about enough
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loose gas
around that
Capitol
Dome up there, though,
to make a mighty big
blow if a spark ever hits it just right.
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