Christmas shoppers shoppin' on a neon city street,
No, they don't have Christmas in Kentucky;
There's no holly on a West Virginia door.
For the trees don't twinkle when you're hungry,
And the jingle bells don't jingle when you're poor.
There's lots of toys for children when the Christmas time is near,
But the present for the miners is a stocking full of fear.
In the dark hills of Kentucky, there's one gift that may be found,
The coal dust of forgotten days that's lyin' on the ground.
Let's drink a toast to Congress, and a toast to Santa Claus,
And a toast to all the speeches that ring the loud applause.
There's not enough to give, no, there's just not enough to share,
So drown the sounds of sorrow with a hearty Christmas cheer!
Have a merry, merry Christmas, and a happy New Year's Day,
For now's the time of plenty, and plenty's here to stay.
But if you knew what Christmas was, I think that you would find
Christ was spending Christmas in the cold Kentucky mines.