we've got two kinds here those that bleed the blood and those that work to will it can't believe the big screen there's no justice in the hall we're
do you fear this man's invention that they call atomic power are we all in great confusion do we know the time or hour when a terrible explosion may
if you find yourself standing at the end of your line looking for a piece of something maybe a piece of mind fed up, lost, and run down nowhere to hold
come, all you coalminers wherever you may be and listen to the story that I relate to thee my name is nothing extra but the truth to you I tell I am
don't the lights look empty when the streets are bare almost as empty as the look you give me when I'm the only one and it's a long one so it brings
I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years and I spent all my money on whiskey and beer and I go to some hollow and set up my still if whiskey don
a great crowd has now gathered all around the jail today to see me executed and hear what I do say now I must hang this morning for the murder of Lilli
Satan, your kingdom must come down Satan, your kingdom must come down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down gonna pray until
in memory of a miner who dragged himself to work and worked himself to deathworking for someone else we follow each other around on shaky ground his
he had a black eye he was proud of like some of his friends it made him feel somewhere outside of everything and everywhere he'd been like his brothers
are you surprised it's me hope I didn't wake anybody honey, please wait up for me I miss you more than I need sleep guess I'll let you go even though
my Lord told his disciples after I'm risen and gone you'll meet with troubles and trialsbear your rebukes and scorns my warfare will soon be ended my
hunted down someone said, no story, no gain wipe the clock right now I despise what you crave I remember you when you wore a different face never heard
I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor
