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Lyr Req: Down in the Mine (Dierks Bentley)

2581 11 Jun 10 - 07:05 PM
Jim Dixon 12 Jun 10 - 10:35 PM
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Subject: Lyr Req: for Dierks Bentley's 'Down in the Mine'
From: 2581
Date: 11 Jun 10 - 07:05 PM

Dierks Bentley put out a new album this week titled "Up On the Ridge". It contains a track titled "Down In the Mine".
I can understand all of the lyrics in the song until the next to the last line. Can anyone help me?

The last two lines of the song are:

So take a flask from your ___?____ and a pull of moonshine
And say a prayer for them boys down in the mine


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Subject: Lyr Add: DOWN IN THE MINE (Dierks Bentley)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 12 Jun 10 - 10:35 PM

Lyrics copied from CowboyLyrics.com:


DOWN IN THE MINE
Dierks Bentley

Here in Harlan County, the choices are few
To keep food on the table and the babies in shoes.
You can grow marijuana way back in the pines,
Or work for the man down in the mine.

You never forget your first day in the hole.
There's a pit in your stomach and your mouth's full of coal.
There's no turning back once you make up your mind,
As the cart rattles on down in the mine.

Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud,
And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs,
Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines,
Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave, way down in the mine.

Well the old timers talk but you just don't believe
It can all go to hell at two thousand feet.
Life sways in the balance of nature and time,
And fate has no mercy down in the mine.

The news spreads like fire and burned through those hills.
Hopes were held high, but five men got killed.
On the wings of canaries, your soul surely flies
While their bones spend eternity down in the mine.

Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud,
And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs,
Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines,
Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave, way down in the mine.

So take a flask from your crib can and a pull of moonshine,
And say a prayer for them boys down in the mine.


[Recorded by Dierks Bentley on "Up on the Ridge" (2010).]


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