Coalmine - Sara Evans

Shotgun houses, shanty shacks

Countin' those ties on the railroad track

Thirty-four more, it’s almost time

To see my baby walking out of that

Coalmine, covered with dust

T-shirt tired, all muscled up

All mine, head to toe

Come on, come on, whistle, blow

I can’t wait to get him home

Ain’t gonna have nothing but the supper on

Gonna keep him busy 'til its time

He goes back to that coalmine

Some girls like them gussied up

Wearing all that smelly stuff

To me there’s nothing quite so fine

As my man standing in front of that

Power’s out, well that’s all right

We’ll make love by a miner’s light

Gonna keep him busy 'til its time

He goes back to that coalmine

Shotgun houses, shanty shacks

Countrin' those ties on the railroad track

Just two more, it’s almost time

To see my baby walking out of that

Don’t want no white-collared man

Midnight, I like calloused hands

To keep me busy 'til its time

He goes back to that coalmine

I can’t wait to get him home

Ain’t gonna have nothing but the supper on

Power’s out, well that’s all right

We’ll make love by a miner’s light

Don’t want no white-collared man

Midnight, I live calloused hands

To keep me bust 'til its time

He goes back to that coalmine