| When the whistle blows each morning
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| And I walk down in that cold, dark mine
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| I say a prayer to my dear Savior
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| Please, let me see the sunshine one more time
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| When oh when will it be over
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| When will I lay these burdens down
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| And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
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| Please, take my soul from 'neath that cold, dark ground
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| I still grieve for my poor brother
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| And I still hear my dear old mother cry
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| When late that night they came and told her
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| He’d lost his life down in the Big Shoal Mine
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| When oh when will it be over
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| When will I lay these burdens down
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| And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
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| Please, take my soul from 'neath that cold, dark ground
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| I have no shame, I feel no sorrow
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| If on this earth not much I own
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| I have the love of my sweet children
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| An old plow mule, a shovel and a hoe
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| When oh when will it be over
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| When will I lay these burdens down
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| And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
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| Please, take my soul from 'neath that cold, dark ground
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| Yeah, when I die, dear Lord in heaven
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| Please, take my soul from 'neath that cold, dark ground |