paroles de chanson Black Lung - The Dead South
Basically
we
are
all
alone
in
the
centre
of
a
pickaxe
mine
Black
lung
stings
as
the
pickaxe
swings
As
the
void
of
the
mine
closes
in
The
Devil
Came
and
the
Angels
sang
A
Song
of
the
Holy
Ghost
Tempted
the
soul
from
the
pennies
to
the
gold
Like
the
dust
I
spit
from
my
mouth
Wooo
oooo
ooo
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
Remember
the
night
with
the
barroom
fight
Where
I
killed
all
of
my
best
friends
We
gambled
it
away
with
the
whiskey
open
keg
And
we
never
saw
it
again
Well
I
had
a
wife
that
I
met
back
in
High
school
Her
name
was
Lyla-Jean
We
saved
away
to
escape
some
place
On
a
local
miner's
minor
pay
Whooo
oooo
ooo
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
We
saved
so
long
the
fall
came
and
gone
At
Least
27
times
It
fell
through
the
floorboards
into
deep
dark
darkness
And
we
never
saw
it
again
West
Virginia's
home
and
that's
where
we're
staying
To
the
blade
of
the
bible
hymn
Jesus
says
we're
wicked
so
we
just
keep
on
pickin'
At
the
scab
of
the
open
mine
Whooo
oooo
ooo
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
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