I am from Cumberland, from the old buildings and the new buildings.
I am from the place where everyone is trying to find a job in the coal mines.
I am from the tree that grows outside, the leaves that falls from the tree.
I am from the family cookouts and the football game after, from the simmons’s and the grates and the working family.
I am from the ups and downs.
From work hard on everything and never give up.
I am from the hart of the coal mines.
I’m from harlan county and from my grate grandmother, beans and corn bread.
From the uncle that drops out, the uncle that joins the coal mines, and the dad that could have made it to the big times.
I am from the tree that we took the pictures, the coal in the dark, and all the love we got for one anther.