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Roots

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A country/rock song written about the Sago Mine disaster of West Virginia. The song features a mandolin and accordian, and both spoken and sung lyrics.

Mike Meier - Music
Jack Ryan - Lyrics
Marco Delmar – Producer
Nick Hughes – Drums
Bryan Simms – Accordion

Along the Buckhannon River, down the Sago Mine,
Thirteen of us sold our souls for the bottom line.
We agreed to squeeze out gold from that anthracite coal,
Live our lives down under, like coal-dusted trolls.

Along the Buckhannon River, down the Sago Mine,
Thirteen of us signed in blood on the dotted line.
The Devil never mentioned no warning sign,
“Soon you boys be drinking the finest vintage wine.”

There’s no way to tell how a man’ll face Hell,
What words he’ll choke out in his final farewell.
Why was Randal saved by the bell?
Did he have a message, a story to tell?
Sure, we fall on our knees for Randal McCloy,
Rejoice he lived to squeeze his little girl and boy.
But what of the others – did they fall from grace?

Along the Buckhannon River, down the Sago Mine,
Thirteen men found themselves at the end of the line.
What goes through your mind when you’re running out of breath?
When you’re hell bent for leather on your way to death?

Anyway out of this Godforsaken Hell?
Would they keep me if I got a story to tell?
Can I somehow keep the man with the scythe at bay?
Can I put off my appointment with Judgment Day?

Along the Buckhannon River, down the Sago Mine,
We’d ‘a spit out vintage wine to swig some strychnine
The jackals circled round that old oak tree,
The masons cut out the letters, R I P.

Along the Buckhannon River, down the Sago Mine,
Thirteen men found themselves at the end of the line.
But one rose up. A Lazarus, he thought the game was over,
He figured he’d be doin’ time just lyin’ under clover.

We all live between the rock and that icy hard place. x

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Roots
A country/rock song written about the Sago Mine disaster of West Virginia. The song features a mandolin and accordian, and both spoken and sung lyrics.