The #6 mine closed
You missed daddy’s drinking
You missed the knife Mama
Mean as ever threw
Clear across the kitchen
Right before daddy got sick
The doctor took a lung
Blamed the smoking
But couldn’t do a thing for him
Then they all took to leaving
For work up north
First Tootsie then J.D. and even Poochie
So many trips to the bus station
Even in my sleep I see the Greyhound
Pull away and picture me
Running to catch it
No one left to miss me
You missed me disappearing
If you ever get out of prison                    
Come and get me       
I’ll be working in the mines
Over in Jenkinjones
I’ll be a shift worker
At one of the factories
I’ll be at Tech on scholarship
I could be any of those places
                                Or
None of them
Lost as I am
Without you, brother