Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette – Jimmy Dean
-“BB”-
I was born one morning when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up a shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, “Well, bless my soul!”
You load 16 tons; whaddaya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt!
St. Peter, don’t ya call me, cuz I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
Workin’ in a coal mine
Goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine
Goin’ down down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Five o’clock in the mornin’
I’m already up and gone
Lord, I’m so tired
How long can this go on?
Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It’ll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it’s dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It’s a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine