Daddy wasn't the first, but he might be the last In a long line of men, covered in black soot and ash Ain't much work around here since they closed down the mines We're either working in the prisons or we're logging them pines We're just taking what we're given, scraping out a living Getting by is all we've ever known Our whole world stopped turning when them headlamps quit burning Now we're picking up the peices off The ground, in what's left of a coal town No one had a choice when the jobs up and left It was a man in a suit, who thought he knew best But he never saw what it was before or what it's now become And there ain't no turning back, cause what's done is done We're just taking what we're given, scraping out a living Getting by is all we've ever known Our whole world stopped turning when them headlamps quit burning Now we're picking up the peices off The ground, in what's left of a coal town In what's left of a coal town We're just taking what we're given, scraping out a living Getting by is all we've ever known Our whole world stopped turning when them headlamps quit burning Now we're picking up the peices off the ground Now we're picking up the peices of the ground In what's left of a coal town In what's left of a coal town And well daddy wasn't the first, but he might be the last