I curse the day my husband carried him away
since then the sun don't shine
and I pray that the Lord never turns His back
on my little boy in the mines
The bread no longer cuts four ways
with my father falling behind
so a mother was forced to give of her son
my little boy in the mines
That smile that lights a mother's heart
is wasted down below
everyday my pain will grow and grow
He says mamma don't you worry "˜bout me
for you I'll always pine
then he flashes that smile through his coal black face
my little boy in the mines
Whenever I hear that whistle blow
it's like a razor cuts so fine
and it takes a piece of a mothers heart
for her little boy in the mines