First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine

Shotgun houses, shanty shacks Countin' those ties on the railroad track Thirty-four more, it's almost time To see my baby walking out of that Coal mine, covered with dust T-shirt tied, all muscled up All mine, head to toe Come on, come on, whistle blow I can't wait to get him home Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on Gonna keep him busy 'til it's time And he goes back to that coal mine Some girls like them gussied up Wearing all that smelly stuff To me there's nothing quite so fine As my man standing out in front of that Coal mine, covered with dust T-shirt tied, all muscled up All mine, head to toe Come on, come on, whistle blow Power's out, well that's alright We'll make love by a miner's light Gonna keep him busy till it's time And he goes back to that coal mine Shotgun houses, shanty shacks Countin' those ties on the railroad track Just two more, it's almost time To see my baby walking out of that Coal mine, covered with dust T-shirt tied, all muscled up All mine, head to toe Come on, come on, whistle blow I don't want no white-collared man Midnight, I like calloused hands To keep me busy till it's time He goes back to that coal mine Coal mine, covered with dust T-shirt tied, all muscled up All mine, head to toe Come on, come on, whistle blow I can't wait to get him home Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on Power's out, well that's all right We'll make love by a miner's light Don't want no white-collared man Midnight, I like calloused hands I can't wait to get him home Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on Power's out, well that's all right We'll make love by a miner's light Don't need no white-collared man Midnight, I like calloused hands To keep me busy till it's time 'Til he goes back to that coal mine, coal mine

Working on a building, a Holy Ghost building For my Lord, for my Lord If I was a drunkard I tell you what I'd do I would quit my drinking and work on that building too Working on a building, a Holy Ghost building For my Lord, yeah for my Lord If I was a liar I tell you what I'd do I would quit my lying and work on that building too Working on a building, it's a Holy Ghost building For my Lord, yeah for my Lord Working on a building, it's a Holy Ghost building For my Lord, yeah for my Lord If I was a singer I tell you what I'd do I would keep on singing and work on that building too