Black Lung Heartache

Joe Bonamassa

Well I'm a man of the mountain 
I'm just made of dirt 
Of this Earth I traveled 
Like a shepherd and his herd 

And I said hang on, hang on 
Black lung heartache 

I sleep in a modest house 
These green hills I mind 
And if I plow tend my children 
Who will be by the side? 

And I said hang on, hang on 
Black Lung Heartache 

I've shed many tears 
Seems I can?t shed no more 
You can see them on the table 
You can see 'em on the floor 

Now I said hang on, hang on 
Black lung heartache 

I've seen many men 
They become hard as nails 
Carrying the hammers like keys to a jail 

Now I said hang on, hang on 
Black lung heartache 

Now I said so long, so long 
Black lung heartache