Coal Country

I'm going down to Charleston

Through the shadow of the mountains, this road winds

Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs

Fading far behind

Coal Country

I'm thankful for the sons who died

Who didn't back down from a Federal fight

Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises

On the Blair mountainside

Coal Country

It put a roof over my head

And the armor on the tanks in Normandy

The lights shone bright in the hands of its care

From the western skies to Washington, D.C.

Now it lies broken, high, and cold

In its grave of Appalachian stone

Coal Country

Now we don't need tokens to a company store

That's what government stamps and codeine's for

We may have won a few battles, but we lost the war

Now we're slaves and poor

Coal Country

It put a roof over my head

And the armor on the tanks in Normandy

The lights shone bright in the hands of its care

From the western skies to Washington, D.C.

Now it lies broken, high, and cold

In its grave of Appalachian stone

Coal Country