We got a hundred and twenty years of coal.
Six more generations callin’ Hazard home,
water runnin’ red down the mountain side.
We gonna hit the mountain parkway and we gonna drive
a century and a score from now,
When Appalachy’s black gold all runs out.
Well granddaddy went down in the ground,
ton by ton he pulled the mountains down.
Well daddy he’d chop off the top,
me and bubby learn’t to haul it off
And in a hundred twenty years who knows
where they’ll take all them ole miner’s bones
When that one hundred
twenty year hammer falls,
Will the south fork even be there at all?
Will the people in the holler mean
a goddamned thing
when there’s no more mines or
Kennedy’s?
By Danny Wayne Cotton