Find a vein and drain the black gold.
Hoping to god, that the timbers hold.
Like my father before me, it’s all I know,
We live only to harvest the coal.
Mine owners mercy is shallow as a grave
Living in shantytowns, we got no say.
14 hour shifts and such a meager wage
And Mother Jones can’t help us now anyway. Anway.
We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bible, take up your gun.
Blair Mountain, here we come.
Red bandanas tell us what side you’re on.
We’re the Rednecks of the union - 1921
We leave tonight 13000 strong.
We’ll take the fight to Blair Mountain before the dawn.
We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bibles, take up your guns.
Blair Mountain, here we come.
I fight for my father still buried in the mine
I fight for my son – so he’ll have a better life.
We’re soldiers of the Great War and it ain’t right
To treat a man like a dog just to make a dime.
We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bibles, take up your guns.
Blair Mountain, here we come.
Find a vein and drain the black gold.
You better hope to God that the timbers hold.
Hoping to god, that the timbers hold.
Like my father before me, it’s all I know,
We live only to harvest the coal.
Mine owners mercy is shallow as a grave
Living in shantytowns, we got no say.
14 hour shifts and such a meager wage
And Mother Jones can’t help us now anyway. Anway.
We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bible, take up your gun.
Blair Mountain, here we come.
Red bandanas tell us what side you’re on.
We’re the Rednecks of the union - 1921
We leave tonight 13000 strong.
We’ll take the fight to Blair Mountain before the dawn.
We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bibles, take up your guns.
Blair Mountain, here we come.
I fight for my father still buried in the mine
I fight for my son – so he’ll have a better life.
We’re soldiers of the Great War and it ain’t right
To treat a man like a dog just to make a dime.
We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bibles, take up your guns.
Blair Mountain, here we come.
Find a vein and drain the black gold.
You better hope to God that the timbers hold.
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