Miner's Prayer Dwight Yoakam
When the whistle blows each morning, and I
wa[D]lk down in that cold dark mi[G]ne. I say a
prayer for my dear savior please let me s[D]ee
the sunshine one more ti[G]me.
When oh wh[C]en will it be o[G]ver when wi[C]ll I
lay these burdens do[D]wn and when I d[G]ie dear
Lord in heaven please take my s[D]ole from
beneath that cold dark gro[G]und.
I still greive for my poor brother and I
still h[D]ear my dear ol mother c[G]ry. But late
that night they came an told her he lost his
li[D]fe down in the vanleer m[G]ine.
I[G] have no shame I feel no sorrow if on this
ea[D]rth not much I o[G]wn I have a love for my
sweet children an ol plow m[D]ule a shovel and
Repeat last line of chorus and end.
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