| I won’t see you until Christmas
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| I breathe coal dust, I get blisters
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| But the foreman he don’t worry
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| He say work, boy, there’s no hurry
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| Don’t that big red sun
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| Look a lot like fire
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| When you come out of the ground
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| After 48 hours
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| Going down down down down down
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| Going down in Durban deep
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| Going down down down down down
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| There’s no mercy in my sleep
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| I just hear that drill and hammer
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| I feel the killing heat
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| Going two miles down to the heart
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| Of Durban deep
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| I was born on amen corner
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| I pound rock face, I get lonely
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| But my family, they go hungry
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| Sill the boss man he call us lazy
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| Don’t the old blue heaven
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| Look a lot like your eyes
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| When you’re blinded by the brightness
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| Of the Transvaal sky
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| Going down down down down down
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| Going down in Durban deep
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| Going down down down down down
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| There’s no mercy in my sleep
|
| I just hear that drill and hammer
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| I feel the killing heat
|
| Going two miles down to the heart
|
| Of Durban deep
|
| Going down down down down down
|
| Going down in Durban deep
|
| Going down down down down down
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| There’s no mercy in my sleep
|
| I just hear that drill and hammer
|
| I feel the killing heat
|
| Going two miles down to the heart
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| Of Durban deep |