| Tell the miners' kids and wives,
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| There’s a blast in the number five.
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| And the families I see standing at the gate.
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| The inspector years ago said number five’s a deadly hole,
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| And the men most likely won’t come out alive.
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| Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
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| Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
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| While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.
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| The inspector told the boss, it was more than a year ago,
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| You’re risking these men’s lives in number five.
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| That hole’s full of fumes and dust, full of high explosive gas,
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| But the boss said we’ll just have to take the chance.
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| Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
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| Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
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| While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.
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| Well the men in the number five kissed their wives and kids goodbye,
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| Then they walk with their lunch kits up the hill.
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| Everybody told the owner that this deadly day would come,
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| But he said we had to work to pay our bills.
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| Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
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| Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
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| While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.
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| Well I tried to get a look of the face I often know,
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| As the men are carried out wrapped up in sheets.
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| I can hear the church bells ringing for the one hundred eleven dead,
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| I can hear the families weeping in the streets.
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| Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
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| Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
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| While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate.
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| This explosion struck on Wednesday,
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| and I stood by the gate till Saturday,
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| Till they laid my daddy out with the other men.
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| In the pocket of his shirt I found a little note he wrote,
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| Never go down in a dangerous mine again.
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| Waiting at the gate, we are waiting at the gate.
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| Smoke and fire just roll and boil from that dark and deadly hole,
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| While the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate. |