You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive (Live)-Darrell Scott

歌手 : Darrell Scott
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:43

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TXT You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive (Live)-Darrell Scott 文本歌词

You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive (Live) - Darrell Scott
Written by:Darrell Scott
In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
Said you will never leave Harlan alive
Oh you will never leave Harlan alive
Well my grandad's dad walked down Katahrin's Mountain
And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride
He said won't you walk with me out of the mouth of this holler
Or we'll never leave Harlan alive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup
With whatever bitter brew your drinking
And you spend your life
Just thinking how to get away
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
Till a man from the northeast arrived
He has waved them hundred dollar bills
He said I'll pay you for your minerals
But he never left Harlan alive
Well granny she sold out cheap
And they moved out west to Pineville
To a farm where Big Richland River winds
And I'll bet they danced them a jig
And they laughed and sang a new song
Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive
But the times they got hard and tobacco wasn't selling
And old granddad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harlan coal
And sent the money back to granny
But he never left Harlan alive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three everyday
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew your drinking
And you spend your life
Dig the coal from the bottom of your grave
And the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down down down about three in the day
And you fill your cup you won't fill your cup
With whatever bitter brew your drinking
And you spend your life
Dig coal from the bottom of your grave
In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
Said you will never leave Harlan alive