The Grateful Dead - Cumberland Blues | Текст песни

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• The Grateful Dead
• Cumberland Blues

I can't stay much longer, Melinda,
The sun is getting high.
I can't help you with your troubles,
If you won't help with mine.

I gotta get down,
I gotta get down,
I gotta get down to the mi-ine.

You keep me up just one more night,
I can't sleep here no more.
Little Ben clock says quarter to eight;
You kept me up 'til four.

I gotta get down,
I gotta get down,
Or I can't work there no more.

A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill,
Keep him happy all the time.
Some other fella's makin' nothin' at all
And you can hear him cry,

"Can I go, buddy, can I go down
Take your shift at the mine ?"
Gotta git down to the Cumberland Mine.
Gotta git down to the Cumberland Mine.
That's where I mainly spend my time.
Make good money, five dollars a day.
Make anymore, I might move away.

A lot of poor man got the Cumberland Blues
He can't win for losin'
Lot of poor man got to walk that line
Just to pay their union dues.

I don't know now, I just don't know
If I'm goin' back again.

I don't know now, I just don't know
If I'm goin' back again.

I don't know now, I just don't know
If I'm goin' back again.