Clarence Died Young Lyrics

Down in the mines there's some sick folks you'll find

Where the bright light of day never reaches their wide eyes

They'll joke and they'll laugh as the long hours pass

And the sick things they say might make a person gasp

But between the hours long

You'll hear them start to cough

And the sickness within

Will never quite shake off

They called him black lung

When Clarence died young

And placed the burial shroud

Down over his head

He was only sixteen

Lean and surely mean

But he worked all day

So he could bring his money home

His mother was dressed in black

Neath the church by the little shack

But the company wouldn't dare to come

And pay their last respects

They called him black lung

When Clarence died young

And placed the burial shroud

Down over his head

They called him black lung

When Clarence died young

And placed the burial shroud

Down over his head