I was traveling through Greenbrier County Where the strangest sign I did see Black dust men from the mine filled barroom Back to the whistle blows at the limestone quarry The doves and the crows, they live there together Each man wears his work on his shirt and his face Ive heard what folks say about birds of a feather But in Greenbrier County, the stone and the coal They stick just the same If youre born here in Greenbrier County That old man at the bar said to me You can live like a worm in the mountain Or you can singe and burn under the white suns fury Half the men here in Greenbrier County Wear stone chalk over a leathery hide All the rest are pale as moonlight When they wash away the dark of the mine The doves and the crows, they live there together Each man wears his work on his shirt and his face Ive heard what folks say about birds of a feather But in Greenbrier County, the stone and the coal They stick just the same If youre ever in Greenbrier County Measure out each mans crooked stride Dust may seem like a small thing to carry Until your body caves under the hard mountainside The doves and the crows, they live there together Each man wears his work on his shirt and his face Ive heard what folks say about birds of a feather But in Greenbrier County, the stone and the coal They stick just the same
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