Poor Virginia Boys (Art Studio Sessions) Lyrics

Papa and brother were natural born coal miners

For Papa and brother, mining coal was their way

When that canary choked from the black soot smoke

Papa's eyes they held not a joke

It was time to go, they'll work the day no more

Papa and brother were strong and stayed behind

Papa and brother tried to clear the mines

But the roof fell in and the mine it blew

With Papa and brother inside it too

Go and tell your mother that your Papa and your brother had died

Them rounders in Virginia were coal miners

Them rounders in Virginia didn't grow old

They hardly wept, and they hardly cried

The little un's singing Papa's lullabies

Them poor Virginia boys ain't comin' home

Mama cried and then began to weep

She cried to the Lord, falling to her knees

She'd lost her lover and her first son too

Her eyes were cold stale and blue

That poor Virginia mine had killed the day

Mama said you're the youngest, son, I know

But as the man of the house, it's in the mines you'll go

You won't need school here anyways

The Virginia mines is where you'll stay

Papa and brother had left and gone away

Them rounders in Virginia were coal miners

Them rounders in Virginia didn't grow old

They hardly wept, and they hardly cried

The little un's singing Papa's lullabies

Them poor Virginia boys ain't comin' home

They hardly wept, and they hardly cried

The little un's singing Papa's lullabies

Them poor Virginia boys ain't comin' home