~~HARLIN~~
by Patty Loveless
~Harlin~
In the deep dark hills of Eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace'd my blood-lines.
And it was there I read on a hillside gravestone
You'll never leave Harlan alive.
Oh, my Grandfather Clyde crossed the Cumberland
Mountains, where he took a pretty girl to be his
bride.
He said "Won't you walk with me out of the mouth
of this holler.
Or we'll never leave Harlan Alive."
Where the sun comes up, about Ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew
your drinking
And you spend your life, just thinking of, how to
get away.
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
Until a man from the Northeast arrived,
Wave'n hundred dollar bills he said I'll pay for
your minerals
He never left Harlan alive.
Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of
Pineville.
To a farm where the big Richland River winds
And I bet they danced them a jig and they let them
sing a new song,
Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive.
But the times they got hard and tobacco wasn't
selling
And Old Granddad knew what he'd do to survive.
He went and dug for Harlan coal and sent the money
back to Grandma,
But he never left Harlan alive.
Where the sun comes up, about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day,
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew
your drinking, And you spend your life, diggin
coal from the bottom of your grave.
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