When the whistle blows each morning, and I
walk down in that cold dark mine. I say a
prayer for my dear savior please let me see
the sunshine one more time.
C G C
When oh when will it be over when will I
lay these burdens down and when I die dear
Lord in heaven please take my sole from
beneath that cold dark ground.
I still greive for my poor brother and I
still hear my dear ol mother cry. But late
that night they came an told her he lost his
life down in the vanleer mine.
I have no shame I feel no sorrow if on this
earth not much I own I have a love for my
sweet children an ol plow mule a shovel and
Repeat last line of chorus and end.
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