When the whistle blows each morning and I walk down in that cold, dark mine, say a prayer to my dear savior. Please let me see the sunshine one more time. When oh when will it be over? When will I lay these burdens down? And when I die, dear lord in heaven, please take my soul from 'neath that cold, dark ground.
Dwight YoakamI needed to get into a nightclub and stand up and present the material that way. I needed to present it live.
Dwight Yoakam