Capo 2
[G]Here in Harlan County, the [C]choices are [G]Few
[G]To keep food on the [Em]table and the [D]babies in [C]shoes
[G]You can grow marijuana [C]way back in the [G]pines
[G]Or work for the [Em]man d[D]own in the [C]mine
[G]You never forget your first [C]day in the [G]hole
[G]There's a pit in your [Em]stomach and your [D]mouth's full of [C]coal
[G]There's no turning back once you [C]make up your [G]mind
[G]As the cart rattles [Em]on d[D]own in the [C]mine
Chorus:
[C]Way down in the [D]mine, your tears turn to [Em]mud
And you can't catch your [C]breath for the dust in your l[G]ungs
Loading hillbilly [D]gold where the sun never [Em]shine[C]s
[C]Twelve hours a [G]day, [C]diggin' your [G]grave
Way [D]down in the [G]mine
[G]Well the old timers talk but you [C]just don't b[G]elieve
[G]It can all go to [Em]hell at [D]two thousand [C]feet
[G]Life sways in the balance of [C]nature and [G]time
[G]And fate has no [Em]mercy [D]down in the [C]mine
[G]The news spreads like fire and [C]burned through those [G]hills
[G]Hopes were held [Em]high but [D]five men got [C]killed
[G]On the wings of canaries, your [C]soul surely [G]flies
[G]While your bones spend [Em]eternity [D]down in the [C]mine
Chorus:
[C]Way down in the [D]mine, your tears turn to [Em]mud
And you can't catch your [C]breath for the dust in your l[G]ungs
Loading hillbilly [D]gold where the sun never [Em]shine[C]s
[C]Twelve hours a [G]day, [C]diggin' your [G]grave
Way [D]down in the [G]mine
[G]So take a flask from your crib can can and a [C]pull of [G]moonshine
[G]And say a prayer for them [Em]boys [D]down in the [C]mine
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[G]Here in Harlan County, the [C]choices are [G]Few
[G]To keep food on the [Em]table and the [D]babies in [C]shoes
[G]You can grow marijuana [C]way back in the [G]pines
[G]Or work for the [Em]man d[D]own in the [C]mine
[G]You never forget your first [C]day in the [G]hole
[G]There's a pit in your [Em]stomach and your [D]mouth's full of [C]coal
[G]There's no turning back once you [C]make up your [G]mind
[G]As the cart rattles [Em]on d[D]own in the [C]mine
Chorus:
[C]Way down in the [D]mine, your tears turn to [Em]mud
And you can't catch your [C]breath for the dust in your l[G]ungs
Loading hillbilly [D]gold where the sun never [Em]shine[C]s
[C]Twelve hours a [G]day, [C]diggin' your [G]grave
Way [D]down in the [G]mine
[G]Well the old timers talk but you [C]just don't b[G]elieve
[G]It can all go to [Em]hell at [D]two thousand [C]feet
[G]Life sways in the balance of [C]nature and [G]time
[G]And fate has no [Em]mercy [D]down in the [C]mine
[G]The news spreads like fire and [C]burned through those [G]hills
[G]Hopes were held [Em]high but [D]five men got [C]killed
[G]On the wings of canaries, your [C]soul surely [G]flies
[G]While your bones spend [Em]eternity [D]down in the [C]mine
Chorus:
[C]Way down in the [D]mine, your tears turn to [Em]mud
And you can't catch your [C]breath for the dust in your l[G]ungs
Loading hillbilly [D]gold where the sun never [Em]shine[C]s
[C]Twelve hours a [G]day, [C]diggin' your [G]grave
Way [D]down in the [G]mine
[G]So take a flask from your crib can can and a [C]pull of [G]moonshine
[G]And say a prayer for them [Em]boys [D]down in the [C]mine
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