Coal Country

I'm going down to Charleston

Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds

Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs

Fading far behind

Coal Country

I'm thankful for the sons who died

Didn't back down from a Federal fight

Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises

On the Blair mountainside

Coal Country

It put a roof over my head

And the armor on the tanks in Normandy

The lights shone bright in the hands of its care

From the western skies to Washington, D. C

Now it lies broken, high, and cold

In its grave of Appalachian stone

Coal Country

Now we don't need tokens to a company store

That's what government stamps and codeine's for

We may have won a few battles but we lost the war

Now we're slaves and poor

Coal Country

It put a roof over my head

And the armor on the tanks in Normandy

The lights shone bright in the hands of its care

From the western skies to Washington, D. C

Now it lies broken, high, and cold

In its grave of Appalachian stone

Coal Country