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作词 : Hazel Dickens |
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作曲 : Hazel Dickens |
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He's had more hard luck than most men could stand. |
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The mines were his first love, but never his friend. |
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He lived a hard life, and hard he'll die. |
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Black lung's done got him. His time is nigh. |
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Black lung, black lung, you're just biding your time. |
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Soon all this suffering I'll leave behind. |
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But I can't help but wonder what God had in mind |
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To send such a devil to claim this soul of mine. |
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He went to the boss man but he closed the door. |
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Well it seems you're not wanted when you're sick and you're poor. |
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You're not even covered in their medical plans. |
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And your life depends on the favors of man. |
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Down in the poorhouse on starvation's plan, |
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Where pride is a stranger and doomed is a man, |
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His soul full of coal dust till his body's decayed, |
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Everyone but black lung's done turned him away. |
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Black lung, black lung, oh your hand's icy cold. |
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As you reach for my life, and you torture my soul. |
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Cold as that water hole down in that dark cave, |
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Where I spent my life's blood digging my own grave. |
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Down at the graveyard, the boss man came |
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with his little bunch of flowers. |
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Dear God, what a shame! |
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Take back those flowers. |
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Don't you sing no sad songs. |
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The die has been cast now. |
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A good man is gone. |
