Sturgill Simpson – Old King Coal (Guitar)

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Many a man down in these here hills

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Made a living off that old black gold

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Now there ain't nothing but welfare and pills

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And the wind never felt so cold

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I'll be one of the first in a long long line

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Not to go down from that old black lung

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My death will be slower than the rest of my kind

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And my life will be sadder than the songs they all sung

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Old King Coal what are we gonna do

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When the mountains are gone and so are you

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They come from the city to lend a hand

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Carrying signs saying, "Shut the mines down"

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We ain't looking for pity and you don't un  -  der - stand

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So go back to your city now cause this ain't your town

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My Great Grandfather spent his days in a coal mine

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And his nights on the porch in a chair

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Now he's in heaven and down here in hell

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The rivers run muddy and the moun - tains  are   bare

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Old King Coal what are we gonna do

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When the mountains are gone and so are you

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Old King Coal what are we gonna do

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When the mountains are gone and so are you