His eyes are greener than the meadows His hair is greyer than a ghost His lungs are blacker than the shadows That dance in circles down below
You see them every Monday morning Electric halos light their way Five days of widows mourning But Friday rolls the stone away
[Chorus] Kentucky mine, doing time Never see the light of day Kentucky mine, stand in line Just to dig your own grave
From coal dust they make a living To coal dust they will return The earth is good but unforgiving And someone's got to keep the fire burnin' Daddy says, "Listen to me, Do not follow where my footsteps lead"
And everything he said was true But what's a Kentucky boy like me to do?