I see my brothers fishin' on the banks of the Sandy
Mama hangin' clothes upon the line
I see my daddy walking on the pathway to the mines sayin'
Come home boys it's supper time
Nothing could be sweeter than the flowers in the meadow
Glowing like a halo in her eyes
Where dreams fall like memories from the shadow of her smile
So the pages of the Floyd County Times
East Kentucky bound I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the midnight coal train leaving town
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
A bad man aims for trouble a young man lost his life
On the banks where that old Left Beaver flows
He's but a victim of the ages a prisoner of his soul
Where the Floyd County Times come and go
Now the coal miner's resting on the side of the mountain
Coal miners lady by his side
It's but a short way to heaven from the hills of Kentucky
And memories of the Floyd County Times
East Kentucky bound I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the midnight coal train leaving town
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
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I see my brothers fishin' on the banks of the Sandy
Mama hangin' clothes upon the line
I see my daddy walking on the pathway to the mines sayin'
Come home boys it's supper time
Nothing could be sweeter than the flowers in the meadow
Glowing like a halo in her eyes
Where dreams fall like memories from the shadow of her smile
So the pages of the Floyd County Times
East Kentucky bound I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the midnight coal train leaving town
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
A bad man aims for trouble a young man lost his life
On the banks where that old Left Beaver flows
He's but a victim of the ages a prisoner of his soul
Where the Floyd County Times come and go
Now the coal miner's resting on the side of the mountain
Coal miners lady by his side
It's but a short way to heaven from the hills of Kentucky
And memories of the Floyd County Times
East Kentucky bound I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the midnight coal train leaving town
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
Mama hangin' clothes upon the line
I see my daddy walking on the pathway to the mines sayin'
Come home boys it's supper time
Nothing could be sweeter than the flowers in the meadow
Glowing like a halo in her eyes
Where dreams fall like memories from the shadow of her smile
So the pages of the Floyd County Times
East Kentucky bound I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the midnight coal train leaving town
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
A bad man aims for trouble a young man lost his life
On the banks where that old Left Beaver flows
He's but a victim of the ages a prisoner of his soul
Where the Floyd County Times come and go
Now the coal miner's resting on the side of the mountain
Coal miners lady by his side
It's but a short way to heaven from the hills of Kentucky
And memories of the Floyd County Times
East Kentucky bound I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the midnight coal train leaving town
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
Writer: Larry Taylor
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