Текст песни Streets Of Gold - Dale Watson

Daddy's daddy was a miner
Hazard coal was his life
He raised three kids on a miner's pay
Lord knows he had hard times
My uncle Ken, took to working
With a shovel in his hand
That coal dust took my uncle
To the promised land

Miners never, never learn
They may never go
Then they do sell gold to all
They got callous hands and weathered skin
Wrinkles lying in cold
That's all the shortcut
To the streets of gold

Barry County had it's beauty
Glomar Hollow was it's pride
Second creek would help
To wash the black dust from the lungs
My daddy got out early when he chose to fight
And that barber married out of state
You know she left her coal behind

That miners never, never learn
They may never go
But then they do sell gold to all
Callous hands and weathered skin
Wrinkles lying in cold
That's all the shortcut
To the streets of gold

Daddy's daddy was a miner
Hazard coal was his life
He raised three kids on a miner's pay
Lord knows we had hard times