(words by Merle Travis)nnoh come all you fellas so young and so finenseek not your fortune in a dark dreary minennit'll form as a habit and seep in your souln'til the stream of your blood runs as black as the coalnnwhere it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dewndanger is double, pleasures are fewnwhere rain never falls, the sun never shinesnit's dark as a dungeon, way down in the minennlike a fiend with his dope, a drunkard with his winena man will have lust for the lure of the minennand i pray when i'm dead my ages shall rollnthat my body will blackenand turn into coalnnand i look from the door, of my heavenly homenand pity the miner digging my bonesnnwhere it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dewndanger is double, pleasures are fewnwhere the rain never falls, and the sun never shinesnit's dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine