King Coal - Ron Perrone (vocal & acousrtic guitar)

I wrote this back in the 70's. And here we are today, front and center still trying to figure out how to come to grips with what has happened here in West Virginia.



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lyrics

Gather round me now my friends
And I will sing to you
Its about a dream that I once had
Its a fairy tale come true
If you'll keep time for a nursery rhyme
You'll hear a tale unfold
Of a kingdom deep within the hills
Ruled by old King Coal

King Coal, King Coal, cold coal

Now old King Coal has a coal black soul
His throne's made of burning gob
Where he hold court the peasant pay
For the right to hold a job
They pay with tears and with their blood
And with their land so dear
For a mobile home and a 4 wheel drive
He bought off the mountaineers

King Coal, King Coal, cold coal

IN nineteen hundred and seventy nine
He held a mighty feast
And the princes came from foreign lands
Just to get a bite to eat
And the senators from Washington
They drank a toast with their glasses filled
With the jet black wine fermented from
The West Virginia Hills

King Coal, King Coal, cold coal

Now old King Coal has a little pet Bird
Who lives in a guilded tree
To Washington he flies each day
And plays the fiddle on his knee

To Washington he flies each day
And play the fiddle on his branch
Old King Coal will call the tunes
And the little Bird will dance

King Coal, King Coal, cold coal
King Coal, King Coal, cold coal