Текст Tom Paxton – Dogs At Midnight

You might hear dogs at midnight
High up a treeless hill
Workin’ their own graveyard shift
And howlin’ out their fill

Oh, the rockslide may not get you
The fire might pass you by
When the gas goes up
It might not be your time to die
But every year gets harder
To draw a simple breath
When the black lung gets you
That’s the kiss of death

You might see old men waiting
On the county courthouse green
Tellin’ tales at noontime
Of the bitter sights they’ve seen
It makes a postcard picture there
Beside the courthouse door
Unless you know just why they’re waitin’
And what they’re waitin’ for

Oh, the rockslide may not get you
The fire might pass you by
When the gas goes up
It might not be your time to die
But every year gets harder
To draw a simple breath

Oh, the rockslide may not get you
The fire might pass you by
When the gas goes up
It might not be your time to die
But every year gets harder
To draw a simple breath
When the black lung gets you
That’s the kiss of death
When the black lung gets you
That’s the kiss of death