Travelin' down that coaltown road, Listen to my rubber tires whine Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore, I'm leavin' you behind. I've been a coal miner all my life Layin' down track in the hole, Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind Blood veins as black as the coal.
Somebody said that's a strange tattoo You have on the side of your head. I said that's a mark of number nine coal A little more and I'd be dead But I love the rumble and I love the dark I love the cool of the slate. But it's travelin' down this new road lookin' for a job It's the travelin' and lookin' I hate.
I've stood for the union, I walked in the line, I fought against the company I stood for the u. m. w. of a. Now who's gonna stand for me? Cause I got no job, I got no pay, I just got a worried soul And this blue tattoo on the side of my head Left by the number nine coal.
Someday when I'm dead and gone To heaven, the land of my dreams, I won't have to worry on losin' my job To bad times 'n big machines. But I got no job and I got no pay, I just got a worried soul And this blue tattoo on the side of my head Left by that number nine coal, Left by that number nine coal.
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