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Well in allot of ways my life has recently come to resemble a country song. I mean I'm working in a mine for goodness sake the girl has gone to the other end of the country, and well working in a mine just lends itself to country music. So I sat down to write it. Then, I realized that I was rather ill suited to the task. I just couldn't step into country music mode. So please accept instead a highly stylized poem.
The Spiritual of a Chalk Miner
I be goin to da hole
I be a’diggin like a mole
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
The machines dey be a draggin
And da boss he be a naggin
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
Hey why ya lookin
At the mud on my shoes
I be whitening the paper
That yall use
My honey she done gone
The slip soaks to da bone
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
My ears dey be a bleedin
My hopes recedin
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
Hey why ya lookin
At the mud on my shoes
I be whitening the paper
That yall use
The Spiritual of a Chalk Miner
I be goin to da hole
I be a’diggin like a mole
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
The machines dey be a draggin
And da boss he be a naggin
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
Hey why ya lookin
At the mud on my shoes
I be whitening the paper
That yall use
My honey she done gone
The slip soaks to da bone
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
My ears dey be a bleedin
My hopes recedin
The sun is risen early
It’s almost morn
Hey why ya lookin
At the mud on my shoes
I be whitening the paper
That yall use