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Artist: Sara Evans Album: Real Fine Place Title: Coalmine
Shotgun houses, shanty shacks Countin' those ties on the railroad track Thirty-four more, it's almost time To see my baby walking out of that
[Chorus:] Coalmine, covered with dust T-shirt tired, all muscled up All mine, head to toe Come on, come on, whistle, blow I can't wait to get him home Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on Gonna keep him busy 'til its time He goes back to that coalmine
Some girls like them gussied up Wearing all that smelly stuff To me there's nothing quite so fine As my man standing in front of that
[2nd Chorus:] Coalmine, covered with dust T-shirt tied, all muscled up All mine, head to toe Come on, come on whistle, blow Power's out, well that's all right We'll make love by a miner's light Gonna keep him busy 'til its time He goes back to that coalmine
Shotgun houses, shanty shacks Countrin' those ties on the railroad track Just two more, it's almost time To see my baby walking out of that
[3rd Chorus:] Coalmine, covered with dust T-shirt tied, all muscled up All mine, head to tow Come on, come on whistle, blow Don't want no white-collared man Midnight, I like calloused hands To keep me busy 'til its time He goes back to that coalmine
I can't wait to get him home Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on Power's out, well that's all right We'll make love by a miner's light Don't want no white-collared man Midnight, I live calloused hands To keep me bust 'til its time He goes back to that coalmine
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