Flowing through my memories
in the shadows of my soul
Cold like gold, he put my daddy under
Like him I'm growing old, digging coal
And a model tea -day king
Spent thirty years down in
for all those years of tryin'
Was a coal -dust -covered
As a child I still remember
those same old temples hummin'
Those mighty diesel train
As a little barefoot boy,
by the coal yards I would wonder
Man, where could they be tak
Blowing through my memories
Like him I'm growing old,
Was my bride of seventeen,
she long since gave up her dreams
Guess she knows I'll live and
Well, she's a coal miner's daughter,
though it's not the life she wanted
Like me, it's the only one she knows
Blowing through my memories
in the shadows of my soul
Cold like gold, you put my daddy under
Like him I'm growing old, digging coal
Like my daddy, it's the only life I know