Not an empty seat found at the all night diner
As he stands outside so alone in the snow.
To all these city folks he's just an old miner
With a broken down truck and no place to go.
From Eastern Kentucky most say he came
A love walked a way leaving only a broken heart.
Lost in this big city and so full of pain
So far from home looking for a new start.
His sun's been setting, his heart sinking low
So he waits outside with his past untold.
But the show goes on and they'll never know
About the man who's dying alone in the cold.
So he takes his fiddle and he starts to play
Songs for the lonely, who've lost their way.
As the songs go on he gazes to the sky,
Longing just to soar on the wings of a dove.
Lord, what's a miner, but just another guy
So far from his hills and his long lost love.
He worked back home in a dark old mine
Till they shut it down and let him go.
Now he sits at the diner and spends his time
Singing about the love he knew long ago.
So he takes his fiddle and he starts to play
Songs for the lonely until night turns to day.
Here at the diner you can still hear the tale
Of an old Kentucky miner who sang each night.
Long after his fingers grew cold and pale
He still played on with all his might.
But time moves on and he's long gone
On the wings of that dove to the mine in the sky.
But the locals still claim that sometimes at dawn
You still hear the songs refusing to say goodbye.
So this is the story, as you'll hear them say
About the old Kentucky miner and songs he'd play.
