Day 110: More singing
Here’s an old one I’ve been singing.
Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner’s blues.
Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner’s blues.
My troubles are coming by threes and by twos.
Blues and more blues, it’s that coal black blues.
Blues and more blues, it’s that coal black blues.
Got coal in my hair, got coal in my shoes.
These blues are so blue, they are the coal black blues.
These blues are so blue, they are the coal black blues.
For my place will cave in, and my life I will lose.
You say they are blues, these old miner’s blues.
You say they are blues, these old miner’s blues.
Now I must have sharpened these picks that I use.
I’m out with these blues, dirty coal black blues.
I’m out with these blues, dirty coal black blues.
We’ll get attacked by squid tomorrow with the coal miner’s blues.
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Not everything I’ve been mining has been coal, obviously, but it still seems fitting. It’s dated way back, to before the last calendar change, probably a few hundred years ago.