Dm [Verse 1] Dm F C G In the deep, dark hills of eastern Kentucky Dm F Bb That's the place where I trace my bloodline Bb F C G And it’s there I read on a hillside gravestone Bb A7 Dm You will never leave Harlan alive [Link] (enter electric guitar) Dm [Verse 2] Dm F C G Well my granddad’s dad walked down Katahrins Mountain Dm F Bb And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride Am Bb C G Said, won’t you walk with me out of the mouth of this holler Bb A7 Dm Or we’ll never leave Harlan alive [Chorus] F Bb C F Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning Dm Bb F Bb And the sun goes down about three in the day F Bb C F And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you’re drinkin’ Dm Bb Dm And you spend your life just thinkin’ of how to get away [Verse 3] Dm F C G No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains Dm F Bb ‘Til a man from the Northeast arrived Bb F C G Waving them hundred dollar bills said, hey I’ll pay you for your minerals Bb A7 Dm But he never left Harlan alive Bb A7 Dm [Verse 4] Dm F C G Granny sold out cheap and they moved out west of Pineville Dm F Bb To a farm where big Richland River winds Bb F C G I bet they danced them a jig, laughed and sang a new song Bb A7 Dm Who said we’d never leave Harlan alive [Instrumental Break] Dm F C G Dm F Bb Bb F C G Bb Bb A7 Dm Dm [Link] Dm [Verse 5] Dm F C G But the times they got hard and tobacco wasn’t selling Dm F Bb And ole granddad knew what he’d do to survive Bb F C G He went and dug for Harlan coal and sent the money back to granny Bb A7 Dm But he never left Harlan alive [Chorus] F Bb C F Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning Dm Bb F Bb And the sun goes down about three in the day F Bb C F And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you’re drinkin’ Dm Bb F And you spend your life just thinkin’ of how to get away [Last Chorus] F Bb C F Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning Dm Bb F Bb And the sun goes down about three in the day F Bb C F And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you’re drinkin’ Dm Bb Dm And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave [Last Verse] Dm* In the deep, dark hills of eastern Kentucky Dm* That's the place where I trace my bloodline Dm* And it’s there I read on a hillside gravestone Dm* You'll never leave Harlan alive
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