Written by Merle Travis
E A B E Oh come all you young fellers, so young and so fine, seek not your A E A fortune in the dark dreary mind. It'll form as a habit and seep in your B E A E soul, till the stream of you blood runs as black as the coal. Where it's B A E B A E dark as the dungeon, damp as the dew. Danger is double, pleasures are few, A B E where the rain never falls, where the sun never shines, it's dark as the A E A dungeon way down in the mine. Like a man with his dope, like a drunkard with B E A E his wife, a man will have lust for the lure of the mine. And I'll pray when A B E A I'm dead, and my ages shall roll, that my body would blacken and turn into E A B E coal. And I'd look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner A E B A E B diggin my bones. Where it's dark as the dungeon, damp as the dew. Dangers A E A are double, pleasures are few, where the rain never falls, the sun never B E A E shines, it's dark as the dungeon way down in the mine.