I was born and raised in a coal mining camp,
Where the miners would work by the light from their lamps.
The beautiful trees, hills, bottoms and such .
I could never forget 'cause I loved them so much. 

There were railroads, steam engines and passenger trains 
And a lot of my friends, can't recall all their names.
Some have gone on, and their souls are now free.
All left on this earth are their sweet memories.

There was a drive-in movie, where most folks would go,
And enjoy themselves while watching the show.
The city of War was a booming little town,
On week ends that's where most kids could be found

There's an annual reunion for friends far and near,
We meet near the home place with memories so dear.
A reunion is coming when all righteous shall see,
Their friends, family,  and loved ones through eternity .

BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!

For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved,
we would have a building of God. A house not made with hands, eternal in heaven . Corinthians 5:1

© Bud Senter 10/1999

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