| Now the last ten years I’ve worked in the mines
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| Counting the hours of the day
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| ‘Til I could wash off the dust from my bones
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| And spend what’s left of my pay
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| Oh I wish I was back in the company store
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| With a local girl on my arm
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| Where a pint and a kiss and a fiddler’s reel
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| Could keep me safe and warm
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| It’s fire in the hole man run for your life
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| A long blue vein of coal
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| Out of the dark and into the light
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| A dollar a day to sell your soul
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| And live through the fire in the hole
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| Well I’m fumblin' now for words to say
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| What’s caught behind my tongue
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| ‘Cus I’m shaky now 'bout all the things
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| I knew when I was young
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| Just dreamin' tonight that I’m wide awake
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| A thousand feet under the ground
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| And a thousand souls under all that weight
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| Of heaven pressing us down
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| It’s fire in the hole man run for your life
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| A long blue vein of coal
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| Out of the dark and into the light
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| A dollar a day to sell your soul
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| And live through the fire in the hole
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| Now a nation will rise from the work we do
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| Making millionaires night and day
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| So I’ll sign us up with the union man
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| To get us the rest of our pay
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| Now we’ll strike every day if it comes to that
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| I coughed every night for a year and a half
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| We’ll meet them at the gates with bullets and some mates
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| And a few men won’t come back
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| It’s fire in the hole man run for your life
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| A long blue vein of coal
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| Out of the dark and into the light
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| A dollar a day to sell your soul
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| And live through the fire in the hole |