Hes does it in the dark

So you don't have to

Take a look at these hands, Lord They're woren and rough,

My face scarred with coal marks, My langeage is tough,

But you know in the heart, Lord, Lies the soul of a man,

Who toils at a living, That few men can stand.

Theres sulpher and coal dust sweat on my drow,

To live like a rich man, I'd never learn how,

But if you've got a corner when my work is through,

I'd be mighty proud to be neighbors with you.

Each day as I rise, Lord,

I know all to well, I face only one thing....

Apit filled with Hell, To scratch out a living,

The best that I can, But deep in this heart,

                      Lies the soul of a man.

With black covered faces, and hard callased hands,

We ride the dark tunnels, Our work to deing.

To labor and toil, As we harvest the coal,

We silently pray, Lord, Please harvest our souls,

Just a corner in Heaven, When I've grown too old,

and my back won't bend Lord, To shouvel the coal.

Lift me out of the pit, Lord, Where the sun never shines,

"Cause it might get weary, Down there in the mine,

But I'd rather be me Lord, Though no riches I show.

When the Great Seal is broken, The pages will tell.

              That I've already spent

              My time in Hell