| Daddy was a hard man, worked coal all his life
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| Dollar a day which kept us alive
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| So we headed west bound, we came of age
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| Fortunes to be found, and mistakes I claimed
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| Singing ah, ale-ale-alah
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| And when I die, won’t you lay me on down by
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| Rowing forth river near the old aspen road
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| Spend all these days searching these mountains for silver
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| Ten candle days will be gone for too long
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| So we found us a new town, to work in the cracks
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| We’re thanking the Lord now, for strengthening our backs
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| With pick ax and powder, a quick prayer to God
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| A candle an hour, for each one on the job
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| We learned fast from these measures, and waiting gets old
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| Find the woman you treasure, you could love nothing more
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| The Summer it seems, blessed us with a child
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| A passive of changing, with pressure in town
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| Singing ah, ale-ale-alah
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| When I die, won’t you lay me on down by
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| Rowing forth river near the old asphen road
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| Spend all these days searching these mountains for silver
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| Ten candle days will be gone for too long
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| Shine on, shine On
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| These ten candle days shine on
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| Shine on, shine On
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| When the lights from down low
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| We’ll be coming home
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| My brothers are gone now, blacks out fresh
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| I Guess what you take now, you gotta give back
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| Lonely prospector, last of my kind
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| Sole protector, of this silver mine
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| Singing ah, ale-ale-alah
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| When I die, won’t you lay me on down by
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| Rowing forth river near the old asphen road
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| Spend all these days searching these mountains for silver
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| Ten candle days will be gone for too long
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| Shine on, shine On
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| These ten candle days shine on
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| Shine on, shine On
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| When the lights from down low
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| We’ll be coming home |