Down In The Mine
Dierks BentleyVersion1
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Here in Harlan County, the choices are Few
To keep food on the table and the babies in shoes
You can grow marijuana way back in the pines
Or work for the man down in the mine
You never forget your first day in the hole
There's a pit in your stomach and your mouth's full of coal
There's no turning back once you make up your mind
As the cart rattles on down in the mine
Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud
And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs
Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines
Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave
Way down in the mine
Well the old timers talk but you just don't believe
It can all go to hell at two thousand feet
Life sways in the balance of nature and time
And fate has no mercy down in the mine
The news spreads like fire and burned through those hills
Hopes were held high but five men got killed
On the wings of canaries, your soul surely flies
While your bones spend eternity down in the mine
Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud
And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs
Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines
Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave
Way down in the mine
So take a flask from your crib can can and a pull of moonshine
And say a prayer for them boys down in the mine
ttwnsend 06-10
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Readable chord sheet for Down In The Mine by Dierks Bentley
[G]Here in Harlan County, the [C]choices are [G]Few [G]To keep food on the [Em]table and the [D]babies in [C]shoes [G]You can grow marijuana [C]way back in the [G]pines [G]Or work for the [Em]man d[D]own in the [C]mine [G]You never forget your first [C]day in the [G]hole [G]There's a pit in your [Em]stomach and your [D]mouth's full of [C]coal [G]There's no turning back once you [C]make up your [G]mind [G]As the cart rattles [Em]on d[D]own in the [C]mine [C]Way down in the [D]mine, your tears turn to [Em]mud And you can't catch your [C]breath for the dust in your l[G]ungs Loading hillbilly [D]gold where the sun never [Em]shine[C]s [C]Twelve hours a [G]day, [C]diggin' your [G]grave Way [D]down in the [G]mine [G]Well the old timers talk but you [C]just don't b[G]elieve [G]It can all go to [Em]hell at [D]two thousand [C]feet [G]Life sways in the balance of [C]nature and [G]time [G]And fate has no [Em]mercy [D]down in the [C]mine [G]The news spreads like fire and [C]burned through those [G]hills [G]Hopes were held [Em]high but [D]five men got [C]killed [G]On the wings of canaries, your [C]soul surely [G]flies [G]While your bones spend [Em]eternity [D]down in the [C]mine [C]Way down in the [D]mine, your tears turn to [Em]mud And you can't catch your [C]breath for the dust in your l[G]ungs Loading hillbilly [D]gold where the sun never [Em]shine[C]s [C]Twelve hours a [G]day, [C]diggin' your [G]grave Way [D]down in the [G]mine [G]So take a flask from your crib can can and a [C]pull of [G]moonshine [G]And say a prayer for them [Em]boys [D]down in the [C]mine ttwnsend 06-10