(words by Merle Travis)      oh come all you fellas so young and so fine   seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine      it'll form as a habit and seep in your soul   'til the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal      where it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew   danger is double, pleasures are few   where rain never falls, the sun never shines   it's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine      like a fiend with his dope, a drunkard with his wine   a man will have lust for the lure of the mine      and i pray when i'm dead my ages shall roll   that my body will blackenand turn into coal      and i look from the door, of my heavenly home   and pity the miner digging my bones      where it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew   danger is double, pleasures are few   where the rain never falls, and the sun never shines   it's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine