Well, I've been workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm up there b'fore the sun When my work day is over I'm too tired for havin' fun (Well, I'm so tired) (I've been) Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Lord, I am so tired How long can this go on? Well, I've been workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm up there b'fore the sun When my work day is over I'm too tired for havin' fun (Well, I'm so tired) (I've been) Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down Workin' in a coal mine. Whew! About to slip down Lord... I am so tired How long can this go on? Well, I've been workin' Goin' Workin' Whew! About to slip down Workin' Goin' Workin' Whew! About to slip down Now, or you better drop that load there boy You always pickin' on me now- boss

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

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

Lord knows I am peaceful when I'm left alone I've always been an Eagle, been awhile since I have flown My claws are sharp as ever, so's my Eagle eye Something's gonna go tonight, when the Eagle flies Lately I've heard rumors that the Eagle may be lame Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame You've jeopardized my freedom, my natural place to roost I can fly when I have to, if they turn the Eagle loose So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air

Through the chill of winter Running across a frozen lake Hunters hard right on his trail All odds are against him With a family to provide for One thing he must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Drifting by the roadside Lines etched on an aging face It wants to find some honest space Losing to the range wars He's got two strong legs to guide him Two strong arms keep him alive Will the wolf survive? Standing in the pouring rain All alone in a world that's changed Running scared now forced to hide In a land where he once stood with pride But he'll find his way by the morning light Sounds across the nation Coming from your hearts and minds Battered drums and old guitars Singing songs of passion It's the truth that they all look for Something they must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive?

Verse 1: There are songs that birds don't sing to people There are secrets that keep right through to the end There are heroes who hide until forever And I'm singing this song for one of them Verse 2: He's the man that you passed on the road there The one with his life on the loose Going either somewhere or nowhere Going without me, without you Chorus: For he is this world's constant orphan Traveling out his lone time Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine Verse 3: You can find him in big city winters Down where the mission bell cries And sorrow echoes through summer As he tries to close all his eyes Verse 4: You can find him in Pittsburgh in Christmas You can find him in Buffalo in June And he knows all the backroads between them Like the gypsy knows the moon Verse 5: And it's route 22 all over again Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend Look strong at the man, gentle at the girl And puzzled at the rest of the world Chorus. Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine