歌词
Here come the mine cars; it'sdamn near dawn.
Another shift of men, some of my friends, comin' on.
Hard to imagine workin' in the mines;
Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
I've listened to the speeches, but it occours to me politicians just don't understand; the thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground.
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.
Damn near a legend as old as the mines: things that happen in the pits just don't change with the times.
Work 'till you're exhausted in too little spacwe. a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
Somebody signs a paper, ev'ry body thinks it's fine, but
Taft and Hartley ain't done one day in the mines.
You start to stiffen!
You heard a crackin' sound!
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.
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