Travelin' down that coaltown road

Listen to my rubber tires whine;

Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore

I'm leavin' you behind.

I've been a coal miner all my life

Layin' down track in the hole

Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind

Blood veins as black as the coal.



Somebody said "that's a strange tattoo

You have on the side of your head."

I said "that's a mark of number nine coal

A little more and I'd be dead"

But I love the rumble and I love the dark

I love the cool of the slate.

But it's travelin' down this new road lookin' for a job

It's the travelin' and lookin' I hate.



I've stood for the unionI walked in the line

I fought against the company;

I stood for the u. m. w. of a.

Now who's gonna stand for me? 

Cause I got no jobI got no pay

I just got a worried soul;

And this blue tattoo on the side of my head

Left by the number nine coal.



Someday when I'm dead and gone

To heaventhe land of my dreams

I won't have to worry on losin' my job

To bad times 'n big machines.

But I got no job and I got no pay

I just got a worried soul;

And this blue tattoo on the side of my head

Left by that number nine coal

Left by that number nine coal.