| They should have known that trouble was brewing | |
| They should have seen what the old men knew | |
| They should have shut us down | |
| When the hail fell to the ground | |
| From a cloudy sky of baby blue | |
| Three o'clock on a cold, cold morning | |
| The big bell wailed as if on cue | |
| A woman's scream was heard | |
| And the news came afterwards | |
| \"It's a blow out down in Number Two!\" | |
| Down in Jericho Kentucky | |
| The mines have all caved in | |
| Down in Jericho | |
| Broken hearts don't mend | |
| Tear stained eyes of kin | |
| Never ever seen what the future might have been | |
| The hat lamps burned with a flame like lightning | |
| The coal dust blanketed the morning dew | |
| The young ones looked for kin | |
| And the blind man, he looks grim | |
| 'Cause he sees there's nothing that he can do | |
| They pumped up the mud and they chunked out water | |
| They scratched the earth till it turned to sand | |
| And a half mile down below | |
| It's a lost cause the miners know | |
| Meet your maker, boys, the time's at hand | |
| Down in Jericho, Kentucky | |
| The mines have all caved in | |
| Down in Jericho | |
| Broken hearts don't mend | |
| Tears stained eyes of kin | |
| Never ever seen | |
| What their future might have been | |
| The fire boss's hands are clean as a whistle | |
| The fat cat knows he's a company man | |
| But he should have bowed down his head | |
| When they hauled out all the dead | |
| But it's business, boys, start 'em up again | |
| Down in Jericho, Kentucky | |
| The mines have all caved in | |
| Down in Jericho. | |
| Broken hearts don't mend | |
| Tears stained eyes of kin | |
| Never ever seen | |
| What their future might have been | |
| Broken hearts don't mend | |
| Tears stained eyes of kin | |
| Never ever seen | |
| What their future might have been |