From the recording Good Old Days
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cold creek whispers under laurel leaves,
Tin roof counting out the nights like beads.
Lantern in the window, coal dust on the floor,
Hound by the gate watching one old road.
[Chorus]
I’ll wait, I’ll wait by the shaking pines,
Guarding your coat and your crooked line.
If the whistle cries or the night turns loud,
I’ll keep your place, I’m your coal camp hound.
[Verse 2]
Letter in a Bible with a folded prayer,
Ash on the pages, wind in your chair.
Bootprints faded in the red clay rain,
Hound knows the footfall, hound knows the name.
[Chorus]
I’ll wait, I’ll wait by the shaking pines,
Guarding your coat and your crooked line.
If the whistle cries or the night turns loud,
I’ll keep your place, I’m your coal camp hound.
[Bridge]
If the deep drum rolls in the heart of the hill,
I’ll sing you home till the valley is still.
[Chorus]
I’ll wait, I’ll wait by the shaking pines…
I’ll keep your place, I’m your coal camp hound.