Endurance in the Coal Dark

The song Black Lung Hallelujah is about American coal miners—the men and families who built entire

regions underground. It opens in the dark before dawn, where work starts tired and never

really ends. Every verse walks deeper into the mine: rusted tools, unpaid risks,

lungs filled with dust, faith tested by survival. The chorus is a

stomp, not a plea—because this isn’t about quitting. It’s about endurance.

Generations working the same tunnels. Forgotten towns. Broken bodies that still stand.

“I ain’t dead—I just work this way.”