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The Dying Miner

It happened an hour ago
Way down in this tunnel of coal;
This gas caught a fire from somebody's lamp,
And the miners are choking in smoke.

Goodbye to you, little Dicky;
Goodbye to my wife that I love,
Most of these miners won't be coming home,
Tonight when the work whistle blows.

(It) looks like the end for me
And for all of my buddies I see;
We're all writing letters on state rock walls,
Please carry my word to my wife.

I found a little place in the air,
I crawled and I drug myself here,
But the smoke's getting bad and the fumes coming in,
This coal gas is burning my eyes.

 

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Struggle
Woody Guthrie

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
© Copyright 1947 (renewed) by Ludlow Music, Inc

Contact The Publisher-
The Richmond Organization (TRO)
(includes Ludlow Music, Folkways Music, Hollis Music)
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor / New York, NY 10018-6609
Email: info@songways.com

 

 


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