A# My pappy said when I was seventeen D# A# You're six feet tall and you face is clean D# And it don't look right for a boy that old A# Gm To not make a livin' loading coal Chorus: Gm A# Loading coal loading coal A# D# A# I'm a double first cousin to a dag-blamed mole A# D# Never get rich for to save my soul A# Gm F A# And forty-eleven years of loading coal loading coal Ain't never got acquainted with a dollar bill And I don't ever reckon that I ever will A dollar isn't made for a fellar I'm told That scoops up a living loading coal Chorus: Loading coal, loading coal I'm a double first cousin to a dag-blamed mole Never get rich for to save my soul In forty-eleven years of loading coal, loading coal I cussed everything in the mining camp From a shovel and my pick to my carbide lamp But I know mighty well till I grow old I'll still be a-cussing, but loading coal Chorus: Loading coal, loading coal I'm a double first cousin to a dag-blamed mole Never get rich for to save my soul In forty-eleven years of loading coal, loading coal I know just as well as coal is black One of these days the mines were strike And I'll sit around starving till I'm finally told There's a nickel more a ton for loading coal Chorus: Loading coal, loading coal I'm a double first cousin to a dag-blamed mole Never get rich for to save my soul In forty-eleven years of loading coal, loading coal | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# D# F Gm |