I was born on the very bad part of the town
Didn't have windows in my tenement
Didn't have dreams on my block
What I had was misery
What I had was misery

When at 21 years I moved away
Workin' in the coalmines in Pittsburgh and Philly, PA
Didn't see the sun or the light
Workin' in the coalmines day and night

Then one night a cave-in came
A thousand men were killed at night
A thousand brothers killed at night

So I moved to the country, right right away
Where the sun was gold and the grass stayed green all day
Me and my love was playin' in the field
Me and my love was runnin' through the field
That night, [indecipherable]

I was born in a run-down, lowdown, turn-down shack
Didn't have enough to eat, or clothes on my back
But me and my brothers, we still found love
Me and my brothers, we shared a glove [?]