Coal

God made coal for the men who sold their lives to West Van Lear And you keep on digging 'til you get down there Where it's darker than your darkest fears And that woman in the kitchen She keeps on cookin', but she ain't had meat in years Just live off bread, live off hope, and a pool of a million tears Now lemme tell you something about the gospel And make sure that you mark it down When God spoke out, "Let there be light" He put the first of us in the ground And we'll keep on digging 'til the coming of the Lord Gabriel's trumpet sounds 'Cause if you ain't mining for the company, boy There ain't much in this town We coulda made something of ourselves out there If we'd listened to the folks that knew That coal is gonna bury you Now it's darker than a dungeon And it's deeper than a well So sometimes, I imagine that I'm getting pretty close to Hell And in my darkest hour, I cry out to the Lord He says, "Keep on a-mining, boy, 'cause that's why you were born" We coulda made something of ourselves out there If we'd listened to the folks that knew That coal is gonna bury you