travelling on down that coal town road listen to my rubber tires whine goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore i m leaving you behind oh i ve been a coal miner all my life laying down track in a hole got a back like ironwood bent like the wind blood veins as blue as the coal blood veins as blue as the coal well somebody said that s a strange tattoo you have on the side of your head i said that s a blue mark left by the coal little more and i d a been dead oh i love the rumble and i love the dark lord i love the cool of the slate but it s going down that new road looking for a job travelling and looking i hate travelling and looking i hate some day when i m dead and gone to heaven the land of my dreams i won t have to worry bout losing my job to bad times and big machines oh i got no house lord i got no job just a worried soul and a blue tattoo on the side of my head left by the number nine coal left by the number nine coal