Come All Ye Coal Miners

Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I'll relate to thee.

My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I'll tell I'm a coal miner's son. I'm sure I wish you well.

I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred.

I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread.

And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay.