Travelin` down that coaltown road,
Listen to my rubber tires whine;
Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore,
I`m leavin` you behind.
I`ve been a coal miner all my life
Layin` down track in the hole,
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins as black as the coal.
Somebody said "That`s a strange tattoo
You have on the side of your head."
I said "That`s a mark of number nine coal
A little more and I`d be dead"
But I love the rumble and I love the dark
I love the cool of the slate.
But it`s travelin` down this new road lookin` for a job
It`s the travelin` and lookin` I hate.
I`ve stood for the union, I walked in the line,
I fought against the company;
I stood for the U. M. W. of A.
Now who`s gonna stand for me?
Cause I got no job, I got no pay,
I just got a worried soul;
And this blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by the number nine coal.
Someday when I`m dead and gone
To Heaven, the land of my dreams,
I won`t have to worry on losin` my job
To bad times `n big machines.
But I got no job and I got no pay,
I just got a worried soul;
And this blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by that number nine coal,
Left by that number nine coal.