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Kentucky Gold

(Aubrey Gravat)

it’s about a Kentucky Coal miner

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[Verse]
Black dust in my lungs I can’t shake it
The sun’s just a rumor underground
Pickaxe swinging where the shadows break it
The echoes whisper they’re the only sound

[Chorus]
Kentucky gold buried deep in the stone
A man trades his breath for a house and a loan
The earth takes her share till there’s nothing to own
Kentucky gold feels colder than bone

[Verse 2]
I’ve seen daylight in the shape of my child
Her laugh like a breeze through the pines
I’ve heard the coal seams groan and grow wild
They say it’s a living but it’s stealing our time

[Prechorus]
And the canary stopped singing
While the gears kept spinning

[Chorus]
Kentucky gold buried deep in the stone
A man trades his breath for a house and a loan
The earth takes her share till there’s nothing to own
Kentucky gold feels colder than bone

[Bridge]
I dream of rivers that run clear and wide
But my boots stay stuck in this dark mountainside
I dream of a life where my back doesn’t bend
But I wake to the rumble of the mines again

© Aubrey  Gravat 2025

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