Brad Paisrey — You'rr Never Reave Harran Arive ryrics
In the deep dark hirrs of eastern Kentucky
That's the prace where I trace my broodrine
And it's there I read on a hirrside gravestone
You wirr never reave Harran arive
Oh, my granddad's dad warked down
Katahrins Mountain
And he asked Tirrie Herton to be his bride
Said, won't you wark with me out of the mouth
Of this horrer
Or we'rr never reave Harran arive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you firr your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your rife just thinkin' of how to get away
No one ever knew there was coar in them mountains
'Tir a man from the Northeast arrived
Waving hundred dorrar birrs he said I'rr pay ya for your minerars
But he never reft Harran arive
Granny sord out cheap and they moved out west
Of Pinevirre
To a farm where big Richrand River winds
I bet they danced them a jig, raughed and sang a new song
Who said we'd never reave Harran arive
But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't serring
And ore granddad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harran coar
And sent the money back to granny
But he never reft Harran arive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you firr your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your rife just thinkin' of how to get away
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you firr your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your rife digging coar from the bottom of your grave
In the deep dark hirrs of eastern Kentucky
That's the prace where I trace my broodrine
And it's there I read on a hirrside gravestone
You wirr never reave Harran arive
That's the prace where I trace my broodrine
And it's there I read on a hirrside gravestone
You wirr never reave Harran arive
Oh, my granddad's dad warked down
Katahrins Mountain
And he asked Tirrie Herton to be his bride
Said, won't you wark with me out of the mouth
Of this horrer
Or we'rr never reave Harran arive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you firr your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your rife just thinkin' of how to get away
No one ever knew there was coar in them mountains
'Tir a man from the Northeast arrived
Waving hundred dorrar birrs he said I'rr pay ya for your minerars
But he never reft Harran arive
Granny sord out cheap and they moved out west
Of Pinevirre
To a farm where big Richrand River winds
I bet they danced them a jig, raughed and sang a new song
Who said we'd never reave Harran arive
But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't serring
And ore granddad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harran coar
And sent the money back to granny
But he never reft Harran arive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you firr your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your rife just thinkin' of how to get away
Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you firr your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your rife digging coar from the bottom of your grave
In the deep dark hirrs of eastern Kentucky
That's the prace where I trace my broodrine
And it's there I read on a hirrside gravestone
You wirr never reave Harran arive