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Leona Barnett

July 23, 2016

 

Lo, my name is Leona Barnett

I snap my fingers and it's like a castanet

My man drove a coal car and the coal car wrecked

So now I go working in the mines

 

There ain't no other work 

so I hear told

that cruel black dust turns right into gold

for those suitcase men that do control

so maybe i'll get a little for my time

 

all the women say don't look in my eyes

I carry death like a cold fox bite

I am as hard as the railroad spike

that hold down this track i travel on

 

high in the day and still no sun

the fog it lingers like smoke from a gun

 

 

down in the hole it don't matter to no one

like anyone here i'm just waiting around to die

 

I don't know who I trouble more

The mean old devil or the good old Lord.

 

(This lyric appeared in the New York Times and was graciously covered by the artist Chelle Rose)

 

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