Old King Coal

E Many a man down in these here hills B7 E Made a living off that old black gold E Now there ain't nothing but welfare and pills B7 E And the wind never felt so cold E I'll be one of the first in a long long line B7 E Not to go down from that old black lung E My death will be slower than the rest of my kind B7 E E/F# E/G# And my life will be sadder than the songs they all sung A E Old King Coal what are we gonna do B7 E E/F# E/G# When the mountains are gone and so are you A E They come from the city to lend a hand B7 Carrying signs saying, "Shut the mines down" A E E/F# E/G# A We ain't looking for pity and you don't un - der - stand E B7 E So go back to your city now cause this ain't your town A E E B7 E E My Great Grandfather spent his days in a coal mine B7 E And his nights on the porch in a chair E Now he's in heaven and down here in hell B7 A A/G# A/F# E E/F# E/G# The rivers run muddy and the moun - tains are bare A E Old King Coal what are we gonna do B7 E E/F# E/G# When the mountains are gone and so are you A E Old King Coal what are we gonna do B7 E When the mountains are gone and so are you