Bloody Coal

Songwriter, Publishing & PRO
Words and Music by Marty Falle
Country Cool Music Nashville
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Bloody Coal
(words and music by Marty Falle)

I was a dreamer from Wild West Virginia
My Daddy was a Coal Man like his Daddy before
I tried leavintired of being poor
I headed for Big City
But I came back for more
Bloody Coal

Back to the trailer and the hills that catch fire
Back to the pain of just trying to hang on
Hummin’ songs about blood fueds and drinkin’ firewater
Thinkin’ about a girl I met just across the border
Bloody Coal..Bloody Coal...Bloody Coal...

She was raised on the Bible, Bluegrass and Whisky
In Pikeville Kentucky where everything was risky
a preachers daughter ragin’ out of control
Runnin’ from her Daddy into the Bloody Coal ….
Bloody coal

We got married, a month before our first son
Took her cross the Tug Fork before her Daddy knew what we had done
We settled in the black dust,where a boom turned to bust
The promises I gave her, have long since turned to rust
Bloody Coal..Bloody Coal...Bloody Coal...

I worked through the blisters, and times they got tough
But the preacher Dad that missed her bad, would use a gun when he got mad
We started out with nothin’ and it ended just the same
She left for greener pastures then traded my last name
Bloody Coal..Bloody Coal...Bloody Coal...

My soul was not for taking
But I got no one to blame
this desperation of livin’
Forced me down again and again

I look to the Bible but I can’t find the page
That forgives the rich for stealin’ and deny a livin’ wage
Bloody Coal..Bloody Coal...Bloody Coal...

My head hears the hammers
My soul feels the pain
My weathered skin shows every line, Like chiseled coal in the rain
I left my, footprints in the coal dust
And red blood on the snow
There’s no difference between daybreak and the cold night down below

I was a dreamer from Wild West Virginia
Dyin from her memory and the black dust that lives in you...
Bloody Coal