He goes back to that coalmine
T-shirt tired, all muscled up
Coalmine, covered with dust
To me there's nothing quite so fine
We'll make love by a miner's light
T-shirt tied, all muscled up
We'll make love by a miner's light
Thirty-four more, it's almost time
He goes back to that coalmine
Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on
He goes back to that coalmine
Some girls like them gussied up
Come on, come on, whistle blow
Midnight, I like calloused hands
Shotgun houses, shanty shacks
Power's out, well, that's all right
To keep me busy till it's time
Midnight, I like calloused hands
We'll make love by a miner's light
Coal, coalmine, covered with dust
All mine, head to toe
To see my baby walking out of that
All mine, head to toe
Come on, come on whistle blow
He goes back to that coalmine
I can't wait to get him home
As my man standing out in front of that
Well, I can't wait to get him home
T-shirt tied, all muscled up
All mine, head to toe
Gonna keep him busy till it's time
Don't want no white-collared man
To see my baby walking out of that
Power's out, well, that's all right
To keep me bust till it's time
I don't want no white-collared man
Power's out, well, that's all right
Well, I can't wait to get him home
Come on, come on whistle blow
Just two more, it's almost time
Gonna keep him busy till it's time
Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on
T-shirt tied, all muscled up
Midnight, I like calloused hands
All mine, head to toe
Don't want no white-collared man
Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on
Come on, come on whistle blow
Wearing all that smelly stuff
Coalmine, covered with dust
Coalmine, covered with dust
Countin' those ties on the railroad tracks
