Well I woke up with an aching
Way on down in my bones
Wasn't nothing else I could do
Took your wedding ring
To West Virginia Jewelry and Loan
Pawned it for a cure for a blues
But hey babe, I saved you some
It's okay babe, 'cause it won't be long
There will come a Sunday morning
Phone is gonna ring
Be my brother down at the mine
He's gonna tell me "Come running"
'Cause he had to pull some strings
Promise not to blow it this time

And hey babe it's gonna be alright
Some day babe
If you hold on tight
Gonna get myself together
When brother gets me on at the mine

Well my brother drives a brand new RAM truck
With a Hemi, and satellite radio too
Well I reckon that's the first thing
That I'mma gonna get me
And a baby blue Camaro for you

And hey babe, we'll ride in style
That day babe
Down the Main Street mile
It's gonna get better
When brother gets me on at the mine

If I was gonna travel anywhere but West Virginia
Then I reckon I'da done it by now
If you live here all your life
You can't get the mountain in you
Ain't no way you're getting them out

And hey babe, I know it's hard
These days babe, when you're sick and tired
It can only get better
I know it's just a matter of time
'Til I get myself together
Or my brother gets me on at the mine

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Steve Earle