Lyrics

One, two, three, four Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn Another shift of men, some of my friends comin' on Hard to imagine workin' in the mines Got coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind Yeah, when I've been listen to the speeches And it occours to me politicians don't understand Thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground It's just like workin' in a graveyard three miles down Damn near a legend as old as the mines Well, the things that happen in the pits just don't change with the times Work 'til you're exhausted in too little space A history of a disastrous fears etched on your face Somebody signs a paper, somebody says that's fine But they ain't signin', 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 Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn Another shift of men, some of my friends comin' on Hard to imagine them workin' in the mines Got coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind Yeah, when I've been listened to the speeches And it occours to me politicians just don't understand that Thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down Thank you very much Thank you Thank you very much Thank you
Writer(s): Brian Jackson, Gil Scott Heron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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