Lawrence Jones

WELL THE NIGHT IS THICK AS SILENCE
YOU CAN’T CUT IT WITH A KNIFE
A MAN LIES IN THE HOSPITAL
DRAININ' OUT HIS LIFE
THE TRUCKS ARE ON THE BACK ROAD
IN THE DARK THEIR HEADLIGHTS SHINE
'CAUSE THERE’S ONE MAN DEAD
ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE
OH ANGER, LIKE POISON
IS EATIN' AT YOUR SOUL
YOUR THOUGHTS ARE LOUD AS GUNFIRE
YOUR FACE IS HARD AS COAL
BITTERNESS LIKE BUCKSHOT
EXPLODES INSIDE YOUR MIND
AND THERE’S ONE MAN DEAD
ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE
OH A MINER’S LIFE IS FRAGILE
IT CAN SHATTER JUST LIKE ICE
BUT THOSE WHO BEAR THE STRUGGLE
HAVE ALWAYS PAID THE PRICE
THERE’S BLOOD UPON THE CONTRACT
LIKE VINEGAR IN WINE
AND THERE’S ONE MAN DEAD
ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE
FROM THE RIVER BRIDGE AT HIGHSPLINT
TO THE BROOKSIDE RAILROAD TRACK
YOU CAN FEEL A LONG STRENGTH BUILDING
THAT CAN NEVER BE TURNED BACK
THE DEAD GO FORWARD WITH US
NOT ONE IS LEFT BEHIND
'CAUSE THERE’S ONE MAN DEAD
ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE
WELL THE NIGHT IS COLD AS IRON
YOU CAN FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES
IT SETTLES LIKE A SHROUD UPON
THE GRAVE OF LAWRENCE JONES
THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT IS WALKIN'
FROM THE BATHHOUSE INTO THE MINE
AND THERE’S ONE MAN DEAD
ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE
ONE MAN DEAD
ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE
ONE MINER DEAD ON THAT HARLAN COUNTY LINE