No More Pickin’ Coal

Life Magazine photo of the Ruddick Family



Born in a town that never knew my name,
Left for the city to make my fortune and fame.

Those big city lights keep calling me;
No more pickin’ coal,
No more pickin’ coal.

Mamma, Mamma, please stop that cryin’;
There’ll soon be lots of bread, and chicken frying.

Brothers and sisters, I’ll be back;
No more pickin’ coal, across that track.

Papa, Papa, don’t worry no more;
You won’t have to work at the company store.

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