Pick Coal Rhythm

If you look for a job I tell you true,
The coal mine, he no place for you; 
If you listen while I tell,
He some place just like hell.

The coal, he dirty, bottom wet.
To dig him under make you sweat,
Bore through boney, sulphur-all,
Shoot five times and he no fall.

Motor comin' got no coal,
Grabbin' auger borin' hole;
Ketchem powder an' the squib.
Tamp 'em up and blow out rib.

Grabbin' car to push for face,
Jump on frog-go wrong place;
Axle he loose, too much play,
Lift him up-wheel he stay.

Fetchin' buddy put for track,
Push for place, hurt him back;
Come to place, too much smoke;
No got dog-hole-maybe choke.

Shovel fast to load-a him,
Crawl for bumper, nothin' in;
Fill him up like load of hay,
Motor come, take him away.

Road he purty much too far,
Have to throw two time to car;
No got rail, ties and spike,
Boss he come, he make big fight.

Come outside, two cars short;
Make me mad! boy I snort;
Askin' weighboss find my car,
He say nothin chew cigar.

An check- weighman, he no good,
He got head-a made of wood;
He and weigh boss too much friends
Next election trouble ends.

Sometimes work nothin's at all,
When the big rock he done fall;
Boss he come to me and shout:
"If you no like-a take tools out."

Company cheat how much he could,
Then he say he do me good:
No good weight like before-
Take all pay for comp'ny store.

That’s not all- I tell-a half.
Dat's-a true, no make-a laugh,
If you t'ink I tell-a lie,
Catch-a da job-make-a da try.

Lou Barrelle and Andy Lucas