Thanks Uncle John, the song was inspired by one just done by Jim Morris cover of John Prine's Paradise.
Lyrics are not hard to visualize being that my folks all come from coal mining, moon shining and hunting up grub. They all live into there late 90's and talk real slow. Still can their own food and use forest herbs for medicines. I've learned from pops how to survive well in the wild.
So never having mined coal myself, this is a tribute to those who have. I have that pot belly stove in storage : )
Great Christmas meeting, lots of gift exchanges. Loved the collaboration! All three songs spontaneously created from one or two attempts. Just a real blast.
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No doubt. The story rings as true.
Thanks Uncle John, the song was inspired by one just done by Jim Morris cover of John Prine's Paradise.
Lyrics are not hard to visualize being that my folks all come from coal mining, moon shining and hunting up grub. They all live into there late 90's and talk real slow. Still can their own food and use forest herbs for medicines. I've learned from pops how to survive well in the wild.
So never having mined coal myself, this is a tribute to those who have. I have that pot belly stove in storage : )
Those are some good lyrics. Got it goin' on down in St. Louis.
Great Christmas meeting, lots of gift exchanges. Loved the collaboration! All three songs spontaneously created from one or two attempts. Just a real blast.
Coal
Coal runs in the family
Coal runs in my vain
Living this kind of life
Can drive anyone insane
You can dig out a living
Or you can dig out a grave
While trying to retire
On the little that you save
Use to dig all by hand
Now it’s done by a machine
That black hole’s just as cold
You know what I mean
Old a shack down the hill
With a pot belly stove
It’s warming up the bones
Of the young and the old
The rooster gets me up
A whistle sends us home
As surely as the world turns round
I heard that mountain grown
There’s soot in the washer
There’s soot in my hair
Lining the cab of my pickup truck
Black soot everywhere
Coal runs in the family
Coal runs in my vain
Tough as it is
I’m happy just the same
I’ve had the dreams
That most men have
Some’s has it better
Some have it bad
I’m pleased to tell ya
I’m here to stay
Be mining this coal
When they carry me away
There’s one thing I know for sure
You might not understand
People in the mining business
Pack an awful lot of sand
Coal runs in the family
Coal runs in my vain
Living this life is tough
But I love it just the same.
By: smilingdog
Some good times at the Roadhouse!