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Lyrics The whistle blows at four oclock, but I don’t feel the cold I’m traded in my carbide lamp for a crown of purest gold. For forty years I chewed the dust in the belly of the hill. And if the damp lung doesn’t take me, the black dog surely will. My spine is like a mountain trail, all twisted up and torn I’ve carried more than any man since the day that I was born. (Chorus) Lay down the pick, throw wide the cage, I’m turning over the final page. Beyond the slag and the soot-blackened pine There’s a light that’s purer than the O 9 The family’s scattered, the hearth is cold, But I’m going where the streets are gold. (Verse 2) My Mary left ten years ago, she couldn’t stand the wait Watching me come home a ghost through the rusty garden gate. The boys went off to find the war, the girls moved to the town. While I stayed in the hollow just to hammer the mountain down. The whiskey bottle’s empty now, the cupboards are the same. And there’s no one left in this old shack to whisper out my name. (Chorus) So lay down the pick, throw wide the cage, I’m turning over the final page. Beyond the slag and the soot-blackened pine. There’s a light that’s purer than the O 9 The family’s scattered, the hearth is cold, But I’m going where the streets are gold. (Bridge) They say the Lord’s a shepherd, well, I hope He’s got a light. Cause I’ve been wandering blind beneath the bedrock every night. No slate will fall to crush me, there, no timber’s gonna crack. And I wont feel the iron weight pressing on my back. (Verse 3) The rattling in my chest has stopped, the air is sweet and thin. I’m leaving all the coal-dust scars and the memory of my sin. I see the river winding down, I see the Savior’s hand. He’s pulling me from the drift-mouth to the promised, holy land. I’m leaving the Cumberland behind, I’m rising from the deep. For the first time in a weary life, I’m finally gonna sleep. (Outro) Going home... (Going home) Where the sun dont set... (Sun dont set) Beyond the mine... (Beyond the mine) Im doing fine.