[1] Well it was good one [5] time every-[4]-thing was mighty [1] fine
The coal tipples [5] roared day and [1] night
But things they got [5] slow for no [4] reason that I [1] know
And ill winds they [5] hove into [1] sight

The mines all closed down everybody laid around
There wasn't very much left to do
Except stand in that line and get your ration script on time
And woman I could see it killin' you

Now the soft new snows of De-[5]-cem-[1]-ber
Lightly [6m] fall [4] my cabin [1] 'round
And the last train from Poor [4] Valley
Takin' [1] brown [4] haired [5] Becky [4] Richmond [1] bound

It's been a comin' on I know Lord soon you would be gone
Leavin' crossed your mind every day
Then you said to me things are bad back home you see
I guess I'd better be on my way

So I should blame you now but I never could somehow
A miner's wife you weren't cut out to be
It wasn't what you thought just some dreams that you'd bought
When you left home and ran away with me