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the king with coal dust on his hands - colin buchanan lyrics

[verse 1]
ron was a miner man
coal dust on his hand
a temper you could see from sp*ce
jean was his miner’s bride
different as day from night
poised with a humble air and grace

[chorus]
he was a wide*mouthed shovel
rough as a pile of rubble
she wore her dressing gown
like a royal robe of gold
he was a black coal miner
she was fine gold china
queen to the king
with coal dust on his hands

[verse 2]
they lived across the road
neat, little fibro home
we’d stop out the front
and have a chat
sometimes their son dropped by
shе’d wait for the sparks to fly
the son and father fighting
likе two cats in a sack
[chorus]
he was a wide*mouthed shovel
rough as a pile of rubble
she was a gently floating
jasmine*scented breeze
but he was a black coal miner
she was fine gold china
queen to the king
with coal dust on his hands

[bridge]
he was a six*inch nail
she was a nightingale
somehow they made it to the end
he was a lump of coal
she had a diamond soul
ever and ever and ever amen

[chorus]
well, he was a wide*mouthed shovel
rough as a pile of rubble
she had n0ble blood
running through her veins
he was a black coal miner
she was fine gold china
queen to the king
with coal dust on his hands
[outro]
she never did complain
she called all my kids by name
queen to the king
with coal dust on his hands

- colin buchanan lyrics

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