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4 chords and my dark side
R. Mack Harrell
Down here... the sun don't shine
I gotta boatload a coal to haul outta this mine
Coal dust turns my lips black
But I get paid... so who keeps track?
Blast that coal right outta this hole...
You go dark, son
You never come back...
I don't own no white tee shirt
All of mine are soaked in dirt
White ain't right... it just shows mud
Black mixes good with sweat and blood
Gimme midnight 'stead of dawn
Underground's where I belong
You need light to hit the mark
I make my money in the dark
I don't drink rum or sweet white wine
I like stout come quittin' time
Rich guys take their liquor pale
But I suck down that thick dark ale
Mother earth's a cagey witch
She hides her gold deep in a ditch
And just to throw us boys off track
She seals it tight and paints it black
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Kris Kristofferson. The vocal and the instrumentation doesn't compliment each other. The male vocal should aim for a different kind of song. It is difficult to hear the lyrics as the recording and production is not very clear.
I like the bluesy bit to the music. The melody is very good. I would have liked to hear a change in the voice, it seems it as sung in one key. The music was awesome.