Intro (Do-Bro in A)
Verse 1
[A]Come listen you f[A7]ellows so [D]young and so [E]fine
And [A]seek not your fortune in a [D]dark dreary [A]mine
It'll form as a [A7]habit an [D]seep in your [E]soul
Till the [A]stream of your blood is as [D]black as the [A]coal
Chorus 1
It's [E]dark as a dun[E7]geon an [D]damp as the [A]dew
Where [E]troubles are dou[E7]bled and [D]pleasures are [A]few
Where the rain never f[A7]alls And the [D]sun never [E]shines
Its [A]dark as a dungeon way [D]down in the [A]mine
riff A D A
Verse 2
[A]Well I hope when I'm [A7]gone and the [D]ages shall [E]roll
My [A]body will blacken and [D]turn into [A]coal
Then I'll look from the [A7]door of my [D]heavenly [E]home
And [A]pity the miners [D]digging my [A]bones
Verse 3
[A]The midnight the [A7]morning or the [D]middle of [E]day
Is the [A]same to the miner who [D]labors [A]away.
Where the demons of [A7]death often [D]come by [E]surprise,
One [A]fall of the slate and you're [D]buried [A]alive.
Chorus 2
[E]Its dark as a dun[E7]geon and [D]damp as the [A]dew
Where [E]danger is dou[E7]bled and [D]pleasures are [A]few
Where the rain never [A7]falls And the [D]sun never [E]shines
Its [A]dark as a dungeon way [D]down in the [A]mine
Verse 1
[A]Come listen you f[A7]ellows so [D]young and so [E]fine
And [A]seek not your fortune in a [D]dark dreary [A]mine
It'll form as a [A7]habit an [D]seep in your [E]soul
Till the [A]stream of your blood is as [D]black as the [A]coal
Chorus 1
It's [E]dark as a dun[E7]geon an [D]damp as the [A]dew
Where [E]troubles are dou[E7]bled and [D]pleasures are [A]few
Where the rain never f[A7]alls And the [D]sun never [E]shines
Its [A]dark as a dungeon way [D]down in the [A]mine
riff A D A
Verse 2
[A]Well I hope when I'm [A7]gone and the [D]ages shall [E]roll
My [A]body will blacken and [D]turn into [A]coal
Then I'll look from the [A7]door of my [D]heavenly [E]home
And [A]pity the miners [D]digging my [A]bones
Verse 3
[A]The midnight the [A7]morning or the [D]middle of [E]day
Is the [A]same to the miner who [D]labors [A]away.
Where the demons of [A7]death often [D]come by [E]surprise,
One [A]fall of the slate and you're [D]buried [A]alive.
Chorus 2
[E]Its dark as a dun[E7]geon and [D]damp as the [A]dew
Where [E]danger is dou[E7]bled and [D]pleasures are [A]few
Where the rain never [A7]falls And the [D]sun never [E]shines
Its [A]dark as a dungeon way [D]down in the [A]mine