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 its care From the western skies to Washington D.C Now it lies broken, high, and cold In its 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 its care From the western skies to Washington, D.C Now it lies broken, high, and cold In its grave of Appalachian stone Coal Country