She said she'd find herself a miner
And he treats her well
And he makes good money
So you can burn in hell
I got the lawyer on the phone
But he ain't saying much of anything
But he wrote it all down in his yellow, legal pad
He ain't helping me out
I can't pay these bills
So what's it going to take to get out?
I got my boss on my back
And he won't quit
No, not for anything
Not for my sick child or my mother in the home
And I ain't got no time in
So I just nod my head
And make my way down to the unemployment line
She said she's leaving with the kids
And I can't blame her much
But it hurts my stomach; it feels like rocks in my guts
She said she'd found herself a miner
And he treats them well
And he makes good money so you can burn in hell
I guess a bullet's what it's gonna take to get out