| Song | The Dying Miner |
| Artist | Woody Guthrie |
| Album | Struggle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Guthrie | |
| It happened an hour ago, | |
| Way down in this tunnel of coal, | |
| Gas caught fire from somebody's lamp. | |
| And the miners are choking in smoke. | |
| Goodbye to | |
| Dickie and | |
| Honey, Goodbye to the wife that | |
| I love. Lot of these men not coming home, | |
| Tonight when the work whistle blows. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| It looks like the end for me, | |
| And all of my buddies | |
| I see. We're all writing letters to children we love, | |
| Please carry our word to our wives. | |
| We, found a little place in the air, | |
| Crawled and drug ourselves here. | |
| But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in, | |
| And the gas is burning my eyes. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| Forgive me for the things | |
| I done wrong, | |
| I love you lots more than you know. | |
| When the night whistle blows and | |
| I don't come home, | |
| Do all that you can to help mom. | |
| I can hear the moans and groans, | |
| More than a hundred good men. | |
| Just work and fight and try to see, | |
| That this never happens again. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| My eyes are blinded with fumes, | |
| But it sounds like the men are all gone, ' | |
| Cept Joe Valentini, | |
| Fred Gussler and | |
| George, Trapped down in this hell hole of fire. | |
| Please name our new baby | |
| Joe, So he'll grow up like big | |
| Joe. He'll work and he'll fight and he'll fix up the mines, | |
| So fire can't kill daddy no more. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |
| zuo qu : Guthrie | |
| It happened an hour ago, | |
| Way down in this tunnel of coal, | |
| Gas caught fire from somebody' s lamp. | |
| And the miners are choking in smoke. | |
| Goodbye to | |
| Dickie and | |
| Honey, Goodbye to the wife that | |
| I love. Lot of these men not coming home, | |
| Tonight when the work whistle blows. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| It looks like the end for me, | |
| And all of my buddies | |
| I see. We' re all writing letters to children we love, | |
| Please carry our word to our wives. | |
| We, found a little place in the air, | |
| Crawled and drug ourselves here. | |
| But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in, | |
| And the gas is burning my eyes. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| Forgive me for the things | |
| I done wrong, | |
| I love you lots more than you know. | |
| When the night whistle blows and | |
| I don' t come home, | |
| Do all that you can to help mom. | |
| I can hear the moans and groans, | |
| More than a hundred good men. | |
| Just work and fight and try to see, | |
| That this never happens again. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| My eyes are blinded with fumes, | |
| But it sounds like the men are all gone, ' | |
| Cept Joe Valentini, | |
| Fred Gussler and | |
| George, Trapped down in this hell hole of fire. | |
| Please name our new baby | |
| Joe, So he' ll grow up like big | |
| Joe. He' ll work and he' ll fight and he' ll fix up the mines, | |
| So fire can' t kill daddy no more. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |
| zuò qǔ : Guthrie | |
| It happened an hour ago, | |
| Way down in this tunnel of coal, | |
| Gas caught fire from somebody' s lamp. | |
| And the miners are choking in smoke. | |
| Goodbye to | |
| Dickie and | |
| Honey, Goodbye to the wife that | |
| I love. Lot of these men not coming home, | |
| Tonight when the work whistle blows. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| It looks like the end for me, | |
| And all of my buddies | |
| I see. We' re all writing letters to children we love, | |
| Please carry our word to our wives. | |
| We, found a little place in the air, | |
| Crawled and drug ourselves here. | |
| But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in, | |
| And the gas is burning my eyes. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| Forgive me for the things | |
| I done wrong, | |
| I love you lots more than you know. | |
| When the night whistle blows and | |
| I don' t come home, | |
| Do all that you can to help mom. | |
| I can hear the moans and groans, | |
| More than a hundred good men. | |
| Just work and fight and try to see, | |
| That this never happens again. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. | |
| My eyes are blinded with fumes, | |
| But it sounds like the men are all gone, ' | |
| Cept Joe Valentini, | |
| Fred Gussler and | |
| George, Trapped down in this hell hole of fire. | |
| Please name our new baby | |
| Joe, So he' ll grow up like big | |
| Joe. He' ll work and he' ll fight and he' ll fix up the mines, | |
| So fire can' t kill daddy no more. | |
| Dear sisters and brothers goodbye, | |
| Dear mother and father goodbye. | |
| My fingers are weak and | |
| I cannot write, | |
| Goodbye Centralia, goodbye. |