Clay County Miner - Hazel Dickens

He’s a poor man, cause mining’s all he’s known
And miners don’t get rich loadin’ coal
He’s a sick man cause the coal dust took it’s stand
But he don’t expect to get no help from that operator man.

Well it’s goodbye old timer, I guess our time has come
Those water holes, that dirty coal dust eatin’ up our lungs
We’ll leave this world just as poor as the day we saw the sun
Well it’s goodbye old timer, all your minin’ is done.

I remember the time when I could load more coal than any man
Now my health is gone buried down in that dirty ground
And they’ve taken away might rights, privilege to be a man
But I know that I can’t tell all that to that operator man.

Well it’s goodbye old timer, I guess our time has come
Those water holes, that dirty coal dust eatin’ up our lungs
We’ll leave this world just as poor as the day we saw the sun
Well it’s goodbye old timer, all your minin’ is done.

Remember old timer when we were little kids
We’d talk about our minin’ days when we got gown and big
But now we’re old, broken men, they don’t need us around
Though we gave out lives to make the rich, they won’t give us a dime

Well it’s goodbye old timer, I guess our time has come
Those water holes, that dirty coal dust eatin’ up our lungs
We’ll leave this world just as poor as the day we saw the sun
Well it’s goodbye old timer, all your minin’ is done.