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Some say there's ghosts in the hillsAnd they're black as the coalAnd voices they scream in the nightFrom the deep dark below.There was poor Ivy and ScratchAnd friends too many to nameWho were caught in a thundering landslide,And there they'll remain.And I cry "Daddy, oh Dad don't go"But he won't be coming home noAnd mother, dear mom don't you knowI'm feeling so old and alone,'Cause I'm the son next in lineFor the black lung dyin'.And just a few come backFrom the Rocky Mountain mines.We're much too poor to escapeThe weight of the earthIn tunnels and dust and fearWe will measure our worthHere's our bones for the soilOur blood for the landOur souls for sweet JesusOur bodies be damnedSongtexteAnd I cryWell sometimes I wonderWhere my Daddy's goneBut I know he's gone to the wildernessAnd he ain't comin' homeThen sometimes I get to wonderingWhen it'll be my turn to lie downIn that cold dark place, LordDown under the groundIt's said the mark of CainIs on the miners headAnd it don't wash with lye soap'Til he's good and he's deadI saw my Daddy waveFrom the top of the hillHe said "Come along, son"I say "Soon I will" Aus Songtexte Mania