I'm going down to Charleston
Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds
Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams
And welcome signs fading far behind
Coal Country

I'm thankful for the sons who died
Didn't back down from a Federal fight
Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises
On the Blair mountainside
Coal Country

It put a roof over my head
And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
The lights shone bright in the hands of it's care
From the western skies to Washington, DC
Now it lies broken, high and cold
In it's grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country

Now we don't need tokens to a company store
That's what government stamps and codeine's for
We may have won a few battles but we lost the war
Now we're slaves and poor
Coal Country

It put a roof over my head
And the armor on the tanks in Normandy
The lights shone bright in the
Hands of it's care from the western skies to Washington, DC
Now it lies broken, high, and cold
In it's grave of Appalachian stone
Coal Country