Baby don't ya cry 'cause momma's coming home Poppa goin' bring you back some chitlins and some corn Last frost done took its loss right down to the bone We're lucky we still got room to roam Goin' there to here is almost at a halt Don't you go off blaming God, you know it ain't his fault One time when life was fine someone found the wine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine That still was the best damn still they ever did make Wouldn't stand for nothing less, stand for no mistake Last Fall we made a haul and filled the limestone mine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine Winter come a change Spring bring the rain We weren't meant to stay the same One thing for sure We done found the cure, Cumberland Mountain Number Nine Black coal from the strip mine way up north at Jellico Kept the brew running smooth along the Thunder Road Way back down in Bear Tree Gap the devil's juice flowed fine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine The FB- and the TV- I had followed us for years Eventually they got the scent and nabbed us by the hair Man said son I'll blow up everything between your ears You got to face bout 20 years. Winter come a change Spring bring the rain We weren't meant to stay the same And now from this cell I've a story to tell... Cumberland Mountain Number Nine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine