And if I’m far away and gone and you want to find me, go to Rainelle, WV on any given night. The street will be empty at 11:30. So go there and listen for it and I’ll come running. We’ll ride where the black train takes us, deep into the mountains, deep into a place where no one knows our name, like our very own time machine, taking us not far into the future, but deep into the past, before any of the towns were here, before we were even born. We’ll be dinosaurs then and at last we won’t even exist. Thank God. And so now you’re saying, “What’s that sound?” I say, “That’s the sound of the coal
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