| «Look at her"my friend said
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| «Winding down the road
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| You can tell by how she looks
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| She wears a heavy load»
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| So we stood and watched her
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| Didn’t say a word
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| But she must have read our thoughts
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| For this is what we heard
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| Union silver has taken my whole life
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| All my tears through this age means I’m weary now
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| Lord have mercy on me
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| Come and look upon me
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| Make a smile show once more that I’m free
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| Union silver is gone before it’s made
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| And I could feel my shoes won’t wear the winter cold
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| Can you tell me, my friend
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| Where it’s all gonna end
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| 'Cause union silver doesn’t want to know?
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| Oh, Lord, I’m
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| Then we walked on by her
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| Leaving her alone
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| Not a word was spoken
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| As we made our way back home
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| To this day I see her
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| See her standing there
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| In mining town the miner’s wife
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| With coal dust in their hair
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| Union silver has taken my whole life
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| All my tears through this age means I’m weary now
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| Lord have mercy on me
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| Come and look upon me
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| Make a smile show once more that I’m free
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| Union silver is gone before it’s made
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| And I could feel my shoes won’t wear the winter cold
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| Can you tell me, my friend
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| Where it’s all gonna end
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| 'Cause union silver doesn’t want to know?
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| Oh, Lord, I’m
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| Union silver |