I curse the day my husband carried him away    since then the sun don’t shine   and I pray that the Lord never turns His back   on my little boy in the mines      The bread no longer cuts four ways   with my father falling behind   so a mother was forced to give of her son   my little boy in the mines      That smile that lights a mother’s heart   is wasted down below   everyday my pain will grow and grow      He says mamma don’t you worry ‘bout me   for you I’ll always pine   then he flashes that smile through his coal black face   my little boy in the mines      Whenever I hear that whistle blow   it’s like a razor cuts so fine   and it takes a piece of a mothers heart   for her little boy in the mines