Leona Barnett

Written by Adam Hill. ©2012 Starhick Music. BMI All Rights Reserved.

Oh my name is Leona Barnett
I snap my fingers and it’s like a castanet
my man drove a coal car and the coal car wrecked
now I go workin in the mine

Cause there ain’t no other work and i hear told
that cruel black dust turn right into gold
for those suitcase men that do control
maybe I’ll get a little for my time

I don’t know who I trouble more
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord

all the women say don’t look in my eyes
cause I carry death like a cold fox bite
I am as hard as a railroad spike
that holds down this track I’m travelin on

I don’t know who I trouble more
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord

high in the day and still no sun
the fog it lingers like smoke from a gun
down in the hole don’t matter to know one
cause like anyone I’m just waitin here to die

I don’t know who I trouble more
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord
the mean ol devil or the good ol lord