Type: Bluegrass Tune
Origin: 1920s, Kentucky, USA
Come and listen you fellers, so young and so fine.
And seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine.
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul.
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.
Where it's dark as a dungeon, and damp as the dew, where the dangers are double and the pleasures are few. Where the rain doesn't fall and the sun doesn't shine, well it's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine.
There's many a men, I've known in my day, who've lived just to labor his whole life away, like a fiend with his dope, and a drunkard his wine, a man will have lust for the lure of the mine.
Where it's dark as a dungeon, and damp as the dew, where the dangers are double and the pleasures are few. Where the rain doesn't fall and the sun doesn't shine, well it's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine.
I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll, my body will blacken and turn into coal, then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner digging my bones.
Where it's dark as a dungeon, and damp as the dew, where the dangers are double and the pleasures are few. Where the rain doesn't fall and the sun doesn't shine, well it's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine.
