In the picturesque mountains
of East Kentucky,
especially in the county of Brethitt,
during the coal mining strikes
a good many years ago,
concerned citizens joined the
United Mine Workers of America.
There were others who stood up
for what they thought was right.
Now because of these
two different outlooks
there were many vicious
fights.
To pass through these laurel
-covered mountains today,
it's hard to believe how this
colorful country
ever gained its gory reputation
and name that a lot of people
know it by.
Bloody Breath It.
Gather around me people,
listen to my tale
Gonna tell you why I'm
spendin' 99 years in jail
I started out drinkin' whiskey,
figured that I was bad
I thought my 38 special
was the very best friend I had
But I was wrong, Lord, Lord, I was wrong
Down in bloody Breathitt County,
the place that I call home,
I've heard them bullets screaming
and a lot of them was my own.
There's four men pushing up daisies,
four men I shot down,
then I hid out in the mountains
And I thought I'd never be found,
but I was wrong, dog, love,
I was wrong
When the coal mine strike was settled,
got to thinking about my baby so sweet
She lived in the town of Jackson,
bloody breath, it's county seat
So I figured I'd go and see her,
for I felt like I was so free
And I thought that county sheriff
had done forgot about me
But I was wrong, boy, I was wrong
Well, I walked up on her front porch,
I knocked up on her door
And she said, get away from here,
bad man,
and don't come back no more
I said, if you don't want me,
you just hang around and see
Ain't a man in bloody breath
that would pull a gun on me,
but I was wrong,
I found out that I was so wrong.
Well, I walked downtown in Jackson,
just about half past eight,
with my pistol in my pocket,
and my heart was full of hate.
I was wantin' to drink a moonshine,
but it took about four or five,
then I told that Mr. Bootlegger,
They ain't never gonna take me alive,
but I was wrong, Lord,
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I was wrong.
As I walked down by the
courthouse,
something jabbed me in the back.
It was the county sheriff's pistol,
and he pulled that hammer back.
I said, now lookie here, buddy,
you can make me go along.
But the Eddyville Penitentiary
ain't never gonna be my home
But I was wrong, Lord, Lord, I was wrong
When the judge,
he passed the sentence
He kindly looked me through and through
Said, Bloody Breathitt County
gets its name from men like you
Well, I laughed right in his face
Never did shed no tears
Said, I bet you I'll get me a pardon
In just about seven years
But I was wrong
Lord, Lord, I was so wrong