Black Lung - The Dead South

Basically we are all alone in the centre of a pickaxe mine.

Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings.

As the void of the mine closes in,

The Devil came and the angels sang.

A Song of the Holy Ghost.

Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold,

Like the dust I spit from my mouth.

Remember the night with the barroom fight

Where I killed all my best friends.

We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg,

And we never saw it again.

Well I had a wife that I met back in high school;

Her name was Lyla-Jean.

We saved away to escape some place

On a local miner's minor pay.

We saved so long, the fall came and gone

At Least 27 times.

It fell through the floorboards into deep dark darkness,

And we never saw it again.

So West Virginia's home and that's where we're staying

To the blade of the bible hymn.

Jesus says we're wicked so we just keep on pickin'

At the scab of the open mine

(Single strum)