Up there on that hillside, there's, an old miner's grave
And the briars and bushes, that a-bout, cover it up these days
And there's no one to claim it, or care if he's gone a-way
For he was only a miner, and it's only, a coal miner's grave
So, pay no attention, it's only an old miner's grave
Pay no attention, to the briars and the weeds, let them stay
Cause who's gonna miss him, or care, that he's gone a-way
He was only a miner, and it's only a coal miner's grave
Francis Estep, from Holly Grove W.Va
In nineteen and thirteen, loaded coal ten hours a day
Six days a week, forty-seven and a half cents a ton
He was shot down by gun thugs, at the young age of, thirty-one
So the briars and brambles, ramble all over his grave
Like the thorns in his life, for living, he had to pay
Now there's no one to miss him, care that he's gone a-way
He was only a miner, and it's only, a coal miner's grave
So, is this little marker, his only memorial, to-day?
A man, who gave his life, for the U.M.W.of A
Is this how we remember, all the sacrifices, he made?
To let the briars and the weeds, take over his Un-ion and grave
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