Day 110: More singing<\/p>\n
Here’s an old one I’ve been singing.<\/p>\n
Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner’s blues.
\nSome blues are just blues, mine are the miner’s blues.
\nMy troubles are coming by threes and by twos.<\/p>\n
Blues and more blues, it’s that coal black blues.
\nBlues and more blues, it’s that coal black blues.
\nGot coal in my hair, got coal in my shoes.<\/p>\n
These blues are so blue, they are the coal black blues.
\nThese blues are so blue, they are the coal black blues.
\nFor my place will cave in, and my life I will lose.<\/p>\n
You say they are blues, these old miner’s blues.
\nYou say they are blues, these old miner’s blues.
\nNow I must have sharpened these picks that I use.<\/p>\n
I’m out with these blues, dirty coal black blues.
\nI’m out with these blues, dirty coal black blues.
\nWe’ll get attacked by squid tomorrow with the coal miner’s blues.<\/p>\n
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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.<\/p>\n 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 … <\/p>\n![\"Black](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/One-Among-The-Dead-109.png?ssl=1\")
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