Capo 7


Intro: Am, C, G, Dm - twice 

Am                                C    
Find a vein and drain the black gold. 
G                                Dm 
Hoping to god, that the timbers hold. 
Am                                   C 
Like my father before me, it’s all I know, 
           G                Dm         Am, C, G, Dm   
We live only to harvest the coal. 

Am                    C 
Mine owners mercy is shallow as a grave 
          G                      Dm 
Living in shantytowns, we got no say. 
Am                         C 
14 hour shifts and such a meager wage 
    G                                Dm      Am 
And Mother Jones can’t help us now anyway. Anway. 

 

[Refrão]
       C                                    G 
        We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force. 
           Dm                                G 
        O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm 
       C                           G 
        Lay down your bibles, take up your guns. 
                Dm              G               Am, C, G, Dm 
        Blair Mountain, here we come. 

Am                        C 
Red bandanas tell us what side you’re on. 
          G                         Dm 
We’re the Rednecks of the union - 1921 
Am                 C 
We leave tonight 13000 strong. 
               G                                  Dm            Am 
We’ll take the fight to Blair Mountain before the dawn. 


[Refrão]

       C                                     G 
        We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force. 
           Dm                                G 
        O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm 
       C                           G 
        Lay down your bibles, take up your guns. 
                Dm              G               Am, C, G, Dm 
        Blair Mountain, here we come. 

Am                          C 
I fight for my father still buried in the mine 
         G                           Dm 
I fight for my son – so he’ll have a better life. 
Am                                     C 
We’re soldiers of the Great War and it don’t seem right 
          G                       Dm                      Am 
To treat a man like a dog just to make a dime. 

 
[Refrão]
      C                                     G 
        We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force. 
           Dm                                G 
        O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm 
       C                           G 
        Lay down your bibles, take up your guns. 
                Dm              G               Am, C, G, Dm 
        Blair Mountain, here we come. 

Am                          C 
Find a vein and drain the black gold. 
           G                    Dm                        Am 
You better hope to God that the timbers hold.