There once was a man name Conor Shaw he like to do the anthracite shufflenhe’d get all the ladies crowding around always ends up in a scufflenOld Conor marched right into town no mine boss could evernpin him down he loved to do the anthracite shufflennThe men would gather where the fiddle played they knew Conor would come aroundnhe’d come in with a pair of shiny shoes and lay his money downnhe’d say we live like corpses during the day so tonight we’rengonna dance our blues away doing the anthracite shufflennNow my baby greets me with a smilenwhen I make my way back homenI say lay right down little darlingnyou’re gonna reap what I have sownnnNow a man with a smile in a mining town is greeted with suspicionnPreacher rains abuse on our heads but we ain’t even listeningnOld Conor Shaw rises from his pew says ‘Father I betnI could teach you too’ how to do the anthracite shufflennWhen the breaker boys started shuffling the superintendent couldn’t take no morenthe mine police met in secret and they drew lots on the floornOh Conor lay sleeping in his bed and a peeler shot himnin the head all for doing the anthracite shufflennIf you listen hard at night nyou can still hear the fiddle playnand Conor’s blood remainsnon the floor board to this day