I can't stay much longer, Melinda.
The sun is getting high.
I can't help you with your troubles,
If you won't help with mine.
I gotta get down,
Gotta get down to the mine.
You keep me up just one more night,
I can't sleep here no more.
Little Ben clock says quarter to eight,
You kept me up till four.
Or I can't work there no more.
Lotta poor man make a five dollar bill,
Will keep him happy all the time.
Some other fellow's making nothing at all,
And you can hear him cry.
Can I go, buddy, can I go down,
Take your shift at the mine?
Gotta get down to the Cumberland mine.
That's where I mainly spend my time.
Make good money, five dollars a day.
If I made any more I might move away.
Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues,
He can't win for losing.
Lotta poor man got to walk the line,
Just to pay his union dues.
I don't know now, I just don't know.
If I'm coming back again.
I don't know now, I just don't know,