Coal Country
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
๐ ID: 3814530
๐ Lyrics
I'm going down to Charleston
Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds
Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs
Fading far behind
Coal Country
I'm thankful for the sons who died
Didn't back down from a Federal fight
Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises
On the Blair mountainside
Coal Country
It put a roof over my head
And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
From the western skies to Washington D.C
Now it lies broken, high, and cold
In its grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country
Now we don't need tokens to a company store
That's what government stamps and codeine's for
We may have won a few battles but we lost the war
Now we're slaves and poor
Coal Country
It put a roof over my head
And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
From the western skies to Washington, D.C
Now it lies broken, high, and cold
In its grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country
Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds
Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs
Fading far behind
Coal Country
I'm thankful for the sons who died
Didn't back down from a Federal fight
Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises
On the Blair mountainside
Coal Country
It put a roof over my head
And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
From the western skies to Washington D.C
Now it lies broken, high, and cold
In its grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country
Now we don't need tokens to a company store
That's what government stamps and codeine's for
We may have won a few battles but we lost the war
Now we're slaves and poor
Coal Country
It put a roof over my head
And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
From the western skies to Washington, D.C
Now it lies broken, high, and cold
In its grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.43] I'm going down to Charleston
[00:28.80] Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds
[00:35.13] Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs
[00:39.80] Fading far behind
[00:46.52] Coal Country
[00:47.79]
[00:53.03] I'm thankful for the sons who died
[00:58.44] Didn't back down from a Federal fight
[01:03.34] Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises
[01:06.81] On the Blair mountainside
[01:13.56] Coal Country
[01:19.79] It put a roof over my head
[01:25.56] And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
[01:31.09] The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
[01:37.47] From the western skies to Washington D.C
[01:42.55] Now it lies broken, high, and cold
[01:48.68] In its grave of Appalachian stone
[01:57.14] Coal Country
[01:58.65]
[02:20.92] Now we don't need tokens to a company store
[02:25.62] That's what government stamps and codeine's for
[02:30.98] We may have won a few battles but we lost the war
[02:35.17] Now we're slaves and poor
[02:41.45] Coal Country
[02:47.56] It put a roof over my head
[02:53.35] And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
[02:58.64] The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
[03:05.00] From the western skies to Washington, D.C
[03:10.16] Now it lies broken, high, and cold
[03:16.31] In its grave of Appalachian stone
[03:24.97] Coal Country
[03:44.33]
[00:28.80] Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds
[00:35.13] Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs
[00:39.80] Fading far behind
[00:46.52] Coal Country
[00:47.79]
[00:53.03] I'm thankful for the sons who died
[00:58.44] Didn't back down from a Federal fight
[01:03.34] Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises
[01:06.81] On the Blair mountainside
[01:13.56] Coal Country
[01:19.79] It put a roof over my head
[01:25.56] And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
[01:31.09] The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
[01:37.47] From the western skies to Washington D.C
[01:42.55] Now it lies broken, high, and cold
[01:48.68] In its grave of Appalachian stone
[01:57.14] Coal Country
[01:58.65]
[02:20.92] Now we don't need tokens to a company store
[02:25.62] That's what government stamps and codeine's for
[02:30.98] We may have won a few battles but we lost the war
[02:35.17] Now we're slaves and poor
[02:41.45] Coal Country
[02:47.56] It put a roof over my head
[02:53.35] And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
[02:58.64] The lights shone bright in the hands of its care
[03:05.00] From the western skies to Washington, D.C
[03:10.16] Now it lies broken, high, and cold
[03:16.31] In its grave of Appalachian stone
[03:24.97] Coal Country
[03:44.33]