White Horse Coming

He lived up the holler Dug Harlan county coal He had a white horse That knew his soul From the trenches of France He was never the same He wore a gun in his pants And he felt all the blame And the white horse is coming To take Grandaddy home One thing about it He won't dig no more coal He sat by a tree With that gun in his hand I guess he had taken 'Bout all he could stand Well the mine was dark And Grandaddy was deep It's a place where I've heard Where strong men weep When the ceiling came down Without a sign And the dark hand of death Was deep in the mine And the white horse is coming To take Grandaddy home One thing about it He won't dig no more coal He sat by that tree With that gun in his hand I guess he had taken 'Bout all he could stand Well, they hitched the white horse To the timbers and earth And he pulled and he pulled He gave it all he was worth Till they heard a voice Way down in the mine And somebody hollered Boys, he's still alive And the white horse is coming To take Grandaddy home One thing about it He won't dig no more coal He sat by a tree With that gun in his hand I guess he had taken 'Bout he could stand And the white horse, he fell He did all that he could And the menfolk around Well, they all understood And a shot from a riffle It was a godsend But Grandaddy lost His only friend And the white horse is coming To take Grandaddy home One thing about it He won't dig no more coal