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.

Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land

today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very

little pay.

Coal miner, won't you wake up and open your eyes and

see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you

and me.

They take your very life's blood, they take our

children's lives.

They take fathers away from children, and husbands away

from wives.

Oh miner, won't you organize wherever you may be and

make this land of freedom for workers like you and me.

Dear miner, they will slave you till you can't work no

more.

And what'll you get for your living but a dollar in the

company store?

A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the

top.

You have to pay the company rent, your payin' never

stops.

I am a coal miner's son. I'm sure I wish you well.

Let's sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits

of hell.