Hazel Dickens все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

As you walk down the street – how often do you meet
Some poor man whose life has life had grown old?
His aged form is bent – in his pocket not a cent
And for shelter knows not where to go

See that poor old wreck of toil – his children him do shun
To die I'm sure he has prayed
For himself and dear wife after toilin' all their lives

In the north end of town, at the foot of the hill
Stands a chimney so tall, that says Aragon Mill
But there's no smoke at all, coming out of the stack
Cause the mill has pulled out, and it ain't coming back

And the only sound I hear, is the cry of the wind
As it blows through the town, weave and spin weave and spin

It's Only A Coal Miner's Grave – Hazel Dickens
(¾ Time, Waltz Time)...

Intro: D, D, D, D, G, G, G, G, A, A, A, A, D, G, D, D... (Each letter name is a 3-beat measure)...

D G
Up there on that hillside... there's... an old miner's grave...
A D

Fire in the Hole
(Mason Daring & John Sales)

You can tell 'em in the country, tell 'em in the town
The miners down in Mingo laid their shovels down.
We won't pull another pillow, load another ton,
Or lift another finger till the union we have won.

Last week I played with a tiny baby
I thought how soon he'd be a man
But the day came last time
Rock his cradle he's

Oh here today, and gone tomorrow
That's how life in this world is
Oh here today and gone tomorrow

There ain't much that's left here that ain't all run down.
Gone all the echoes of old familiar sound.
Families are scattered, parted, and gone.
Left a lot of good things to wither away back home.

(Chorus:) Can't you feel those hills around you?
Can't you feel that touch of home?
And don't you wish you'd never gone?

I was walking out this morning
With rambling on my mind
I am going to catch the special
That train called Lonesome Pine

You can hear the whistle blowin'
And she's coming down the line
That's the train I catch this morning

As I was out walking on the corner one day
I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay
His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor
I guess he'd been there for a whole night or more

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leaving nobody to carry it on
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song

United we stand, divided we fall
For every dime they give us a battle must be fought
So working people use your power the key to liberty
Don't support the rich man's style of luxury

There ain't no way they can ever keep us down
There ain't no way they can ever keep us down
We won't be bought, we won't be sold

As you go from me, you want all that's left,
The last thread of pride in my heart.
'Til you've wrung the last teardrop from my eye,
You won't be satisfied.
[Chorus]
So, take your cold, unloving heart,
Your eyes too blinded to see
Oh, you never found the door to this heart of mine,