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Dyin' To Make A Livin'
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Daydreams fade on the hoot-owl shift...when you work down in the mines.
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Acoustic Appalachian Dysfunctional Folk Rock
AcousticAppalachianDysfunctionalFolkRock...from the dusty black coalfields of southwest Virginia, Foddershock is a collaboration between two long-time friends- one that writes strangely truthful and surreal lyrics about the often sordid details of the human condition, and one that puts it all together with a unique and perfectly twisted blend of American roots music. Songs about love, hate, life, death, drinkin, and killin. Sometimes tragic. Sometimes funny. Always interesting. Everything from guitar driven "Alt. Country" to "bluegrass" to a weird mix of banjos and walkie-talkies that can only be described as "southern banjer trance". Put John Prine, The Grateful Dead, Primus, and Camper Van Beethoven in a blender and you gotta a big ol glass of Foddershock. Drink up!
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Charts
Peak #46
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
written by A.K. Mullins, performed by W.V. Hill
Rights
2003 Big Belly Records
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September 17, 2003
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Trials and tribulatons of a coal miner.
Lyrics
Lyrics HE DON`T LIKE BREATHIN` THAT WAY BUT HE`S LUCKY THAT HE`S BREATHIN` AT ALL THIRTY-FIVE YEARS IN A METHANE CAVE MAKE YOUR LUNGS ALL BLACK AND RAW HE`S GOTTA PINCH BETWEEN HIS CHEEK AND GUM AND ANOTHER ONE IN HIS NECK HE`S A`ROCKIN BACK & FORTH IN THE SHUTTLE CAR AND A`ROLLIN` TOWARDS A NERVOUS WRECK (C): way down in the hole where he earns his pay it`s dark and unforgivin` he`s a`diggin` for coal, he`s a`diggin his grave he`s a`dyin` to make a livin` HE DON`T LIKE WALKIN` THAT WAY BUT HE`S LUCKY THAT HE`S WALKIN` AT ALL THE DOCTOR SAYS HE`S FIVE FOOT EIGHT BUT HE USED`TA BE SIX FOOT TALL HE`S GOTTA BONE FROM HIS HIP IN HIS LOWER BACK AND SCREWS IN BOTH HIS LEGS HE HATES MISSIN` WORK CAUSE HE NEEDS THE CASH SO HE LOVES HIS PERCOCETS repeat (C) HE DON`T LIKE LIVIN` THAT WAY BUT HE`S LUCKY THAT HE`S LIVIN` AT ALL THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AS A CLINCHFIELD SLAVE PRAYIN` THAT THE ROOF DON`T FALL HE`S GOT 2 HEAVY EYES AND 3 SLIPPED DISCS CAN`T SLEEP WITH A METAL SPINE DAYDREAMS FADE ON THE HOOT OWL SHIFT WHEN YOU WORK DOWN IN THE MINES repeat (C)
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