Down in the mines where the coal dust flies,
Spent my whole life under the southern skies,
Got calloused hands and a weathered face,
But at the end of the day, I need my safe space.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Worked the hard yards, did my time in the pit,
Came home every night, tired as shit,
Cold beer in hand, feet up in my chair,
With my blankie wrapped 'round, ain't a worry or care.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
TV on, and the world fades away,
Watching my shows, let the bloody worries sway.
Mates might laugh, but they don't understand,
This old blankie's like a mate at hand.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Sometimes I wonder about the paths I've tread,
The hard-fought battles and the words left unsaid.
Through all the storms, there's been one true,
My faithful blankie, and the comfort it knew.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
When the boys come 'round, and they take the piss,
They see me snugged up and they can't resist.
They might laugh and call me a fool,
But I don't give a rat's, it's my golden rule.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Spent the days in the mine, dark and tough,
Digging out coal, life can be rough.
But come the night, with my blankie so tight,
I find my peace, in its soft, warm light.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
So if you see me on the couch with a grin,
Know it's my blankie that I'm wrapped in.
Life's too short to care what they say,
In my blankie, I'll always stay..
IOGDJ - Coal Dust and Cozy Nights Lyrics
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Down in the mines where the coal dust flies,
Spent my whole life under the southern skies,
Got calloused hands and a weathered face,
But at the end of the day, I need my safe space.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Worked the hard yards, did my time in the pit,
Came home every night, tired as shit,
Cold beer in hand, feet up in my chair,
With my blankie wrapped 'round, ain't a worry or care.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
TV on, and the world fades away,
Watching my shows, let the bloody worries sway.
Mates might laugh, but they don't understand,
This old blankie's like a mate at hand.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Sometimes I wonder about the paths I've tread,
The hard-fought battles and the words left unsaid.
Through all the storms, there's been one true,
My faithful blankie, and the comfort it knew.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
When the boys come 'round, and they take the piss,
They see me snugged up and they can't resist.
They might laugh and call me a fool,
But I don't give a rat's, it's my golden rule.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Spent the days in the mine, dark and tough,
Digging out coal, life can be rough.
But come the night, with my blankie so tight,
I find my peace, in its soft, warm light.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
So if you see me on the couch with a grin,
Know it's my blankie that I'm wrapped in.
Life's too short to care what they say,
In my blankie, I'll always stay..
Spent my whole life under the southern skies,
Got calloused hands and a weathered face,
But at the end of the day, I need my safe space.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Worked the hard yards, did my time in the pit,
Came home every night, tired as shit,
Cold beer in hand, feet up in my chair,
With my blankie wrapped 'round, ain't a worry or care.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
TV on, and the world fades away,
Watching my shows, let the bloody worries sway.
Mates might laugh, but they don't understand,
This old blankie's like a mate at hand.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Sometimes I wonder about the paths I've tread,
The hard-fought battles and the words left unsaid.
Through all the storms, there's been one true,
My faithful blankie, and the comfort it knew.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
When the boys come 'round, and they take the piss,
They see me snugged up and they can't resist.
They might laugh and call me a fool,
But I don't give a rat's, it's my golden rule.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
Spent the days in the mine, dark and tough,
Digging out coal, life can be rough.
But come the night, with my blankie so tight,
I find my peace, in its soft, warm light.
Oh, it's alright, yeah, it's okay,
To wrap myself in my blankie at the end of the day.
Fifty years old, but I ain't ashamed,
Got my comfort and I ain't to blame.
So if you see me on the couch with a grin,
Know it's my blankie that I'm wrapped in.
Life's too short to care what they say,
In my blankie, I'll always stay..
Writer: Blair Little
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid