legt, egal wie schon ein Ort ist, wie schon ein Haus gebaut, es hat nichts mit dir zu tun, Fur keine Liebe, keinen Reichtum, fur keine Kohle dieser Welt
Black wind kohle und stahl Wer ging mit der kohle unter Und kam nicht mehr rauf Auch wenn die wegelagerer Ganz laut fortschritt schreien Wer hat immer
ohne Kohle, nichts geht ohne Kohle. Nichts geht ohne Kohle, nichts geht ohne Kohle. Nichts geht ohne Kohle, nichts geht ohne Kohle. Nichts geht ohne Kohle
I've searched the world over all of my life Just looking for something To make my love shine like a candle that burns in the night But I came up with
My pappy said when I was seventeen you're six feet tall and your face is clean And it don't look right for a boy that old to not make a livin' loadin'
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something
Come and listen you fellows so young and so fine And seek not your fortunes in the dark dreary mines It will form as a habit and seep in your soul Till
Now that our mountain is growing With people hungry for wealth How come it's you that's a going And I'm left all alone by myself? We used to hunt the
I remember the ways in the bygone days when we was all in our prime When us and John L. we give the old man hell down in the Blue Diamond Mine Well the
Travelin' on down that coal town road Listen to my rubber tires whine Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore I'm leavin' you behind Oh, I've been a coal
In the deep dark hills of Eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone "You'll never leave
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul? He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him's black as
Me train running low on soul coal They push pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that, no, no, no They shouldn't do that Me train running
I was raised on Black & Tans Ronnie Drew and 'Van the Man' I go off to mass on Sunday And then it's back to the pub on Monday I've got a sister Meghan
I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart Got a pocket full of nothing, a head full of lukewarm beer.
Well I wonder why it is that we have rascals rogues and losers We've got roustabouts rapscallions and a bucket load of boozers We've got balladeers
What?s up niggas and bitches (Ugh) We ain?t no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (We ain?t no rookies at making fame) Fetti nigga, that?s why I