Broken Dreams Broken DreamsBroken Dreams
My dreams were always higher
Than the mountains I lived in My home town was only a trap That I called satan's den
So I struck out to St. Louis
Found freedom at age fifteen No one said so i didn't know
What my long Journey would bring
Flashing lights was a part of my vision A man called love at first sight
My house with all of its fixings Dinner under the stars at night
Of course i knew deep in my heart One day my name would be known By radio,from the Gran
Wife Of A MinerWife of A MinerWife Of A Miner
In the hills of West Virginia When the snow keeps falling down I don't gess i'll ever forget
That squeaking against metal sound When the buggy gets carried away Hauling our men underground And the trains keep blowing their whistle
Picking up speed their destiny bound
I hear the coal trucks rib their engines When the mud gets to thick to haul I've seen one truck push the other Straight up a hill so one won't fall While the loader fills the truck bed Another one clears the way While I watch them heave,push and sho
