Hazard, Kentucky’s up on blocks

Coal’s everywhere, coal’s staining their socks

The swollen river North Fork rolling through the cracks

Headed on to Whitesburg, crossing RR tracks

The Sun’s gone down and I’m filled with doubt

that most’a those people there’ll ever get out

No news here in this part of the world

about the lives and the deaths of miners all burled

up in this river valley between tall hills

filled with coal and a history of chills