Basically we are all alone in the centre
Of a pickaxe mine
Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings
As the void of the mine closes in
The Devil Came and the Angels sang
A Song of the Holy Ghost
Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold
Like the dust I spit from my mouth
Wooo oooo oooo
Remember the night with the barroom fight
Where I killed all of my best friends
We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg
And we never saw it again
Her name was Lyla-Jean
We saved away to escape some place
On a local miner's minor pay
Wooo oooo oooo
We saved so long the fall came and gone
At Least 27 times
It fell through the floorboards
Into deep dark darkness
To the blade of the bible hymn
Jesus says we're wicked so we just keep on pickin'
At the scab of the open mine
Wooo oooo oooo