Ridin’ two blind horses as they carry me to hell There’s a burnin’ in my eyes And brimstones all that I can smell I felt the mountain crumble as the walls began to fall I came to make a livin’ but now I’m underneath it all I can hear angels callin’ But it feels like the devil has my hand Come tomorrow I’ll be right here in this place Without a sound Where no light shines Way down in the mine… Like others done before me I left my home in Tennessee To work a Kentucky coal mine in 1923 The ten of u