I just gotta say again how happy I am. I'm watching CNN and crying for joy. My mother married into a coal mining family when I was 7. My step-father's father was crushed to death in a mine and his grandfather lost a leg in the mine and I've sort of taken this story personally. You know, 50 years ago it wouldn't have been possible to save these men.
I've been singing this old folk song in my mind... Judy Collins has a beautiful rendition of it...
COAL TATTOO
Travelin' down that coaltown road,
Listen to those rubber tires whine;
Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore,
I'm leavin' you behind.
I've been a coal man all my life
Layin' down track in the hole,
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins blue as the coal.
Somebody said "That's a strange tattoo
You have on the side of your head."
I said "That's a blue print, left by the coal
Just a little more and I'd be dead"
And I love the rumble and I love the dark
I love the cool of the slate.
But it's on down the new road lookin' for a job
It's the travelin' and lookin' I hate.
I've stood for the union, walkin' the line,
Fought against the company;
Stood for the U. M. W. of A.
Now who's gonna stand for me?
I got no house and I got no pay,
Just got a worried soul;
And this blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by the number nine coal.
Someday when I die and go
To Heaven, the land of my dreams,
I won't have to worry on losin' my job
To bad times 'n big machines.
Well, I got no job and I got no pay
Just got a worried soul.
And this blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by the number nine coal.
Left by the number nine coal.