I’m from a place where life
Is a little bit harder to live
Coal dust inhaled just to
Eek out a meager living
Some don’t even make it
Out of the mine alive 

They’ve taken our pride
Our mountains along side
Without a care in the world
Slicing off the tops as though
The word reclaim means 
Much of anything when the
Ground water won’t keep
And nothing will grow

We keep on trying; keep on
Living despite what they
Have done; what they still do
From the ground beneath the
Mountain, now to the tops

They fill their wallets with
Our blood, sweat, and tears
We, in turn, give back to the
Land the hardscrabble men
Who toiledin the mines for
All those long years

That is reclamation