Down in the Mine

Hey you folks who work the shift, here's a Shovel, you dig. Push the pick 'til something gets Hurt down the line. I'm a cold ghost in darkness all day long, Bayoneted by tongues of the mine. Down In the mine. Down There must be the pay out, patterns of Ore that's left there. No talk amount of time Back in these bottom mines. Worry not me, I'll be fine, I'll just die Before my time. Down in the mine. Down In the mine. Down in the mine. Down in the mine. Been Down to the mountain's root, climbed eight Mile on my dirty boot. Hugged the rock and Made my way, getting duller many a day. Face bleached with hours of work, my ears packed With bitter dirt. My mind seems to wane. Down In the mine. Down in the Mine. Hey you folks who work the shift, here's a Shovel, you can dig. Push the pick 'til something Gets hurt down the line. I'm a cold ghost in the darkness all day Long, bayoneted by the tongues of the mine