You know dynamite sweats glycerin
When it's gotten way to old
No fuse need lit to get a bang from it
Is what every miner knows
All it needs is a little extra heat
Or the breeze of the wind that blows
To cause a major catastrophe
And destroy all there was to show
And you picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've known some bad times and lived through the sad times
But this time the hurtin won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille