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I bought a house at the

mouth of the holler,

a ring at the pawn shop,

and a crib for the kid

I heard some word there was

work up in Hindman

I'm going tomorrow

and hope that there is

My sweat and my wages

they don't seem to weight out

I'm gettin' more aches

than I'm gainin' in gold

Whoever said you could raise

you a family

just workin' your ass off

knee deep in coal?

Well the sign at the church

says I'll reap what I'm sowin'

but I ain't lost sleep

Cuz it'll come in due time

If the Lord wants to take me

I'm here for the taking

Cause hell's probably better

than tryin' to get by

You can see me on the front page

It'll be out tomoroww...

'A boy in his 20's, shot

down in his prime'

'For trying to hold up a Te aco station'

They'll say I was despereate,

They're probably right

I bought a house at

the mouth of the holler,

a ring at the pawn shop,

and a crib for the kid

I heard some word there was

work up in Hindman

I'm going tomorrow

and hope that there is