Working in a three foot seam,
I'll tell you, boys, this life is not a dream,
There's no joy to be found,
When you're two miles underground,
And you're working in a three foot seam.
Up above the weather may be fine,
But you're down here where the sun don't ever shine,
And you're crawling like a rat,
In your heart you're wishing that,
You were any place except down in a mine.
Working in a three foot seam,
I'll tell you, boys, this life is not a dream,
There's no joy to be found,
When you're two miles underground,
And you're working in a three foot seam.
They're acting like they're making you a gift,
When they pay a bloody pittance for a shift,
While you're sweating out your soul,
For every ton of coal,
There're two tons of dirt and rock you got to lift.
Working in a three foot seam,
I'll tell you, boys, this life is not a dream,
There's no joy to be found,
When you're two miles underground,
And you're working in a three foot seam.
Bad conditions have prevailed for way too long,
Join our union, boys, you know you can't go wrong,
And together we can tell,
All the bosses "Go to Hell!"
For our union voice is many thousand strong.
And together we can tell,
All the bosses "Go to Hell!"
For our union voice is many thousand strong.
And together we can tell,
All the bosses "Go to Hell!"
For our union voice is many thousand strong.
I'll tell you, boys, this life is not a dream,
There's no joy to be found,
When you're two miles underground,
And you're working in a three foot seam.
Up above the weather may be fine,
But you're down here where the sun don't ever shine,
And you're crawling like a rat,
In your heart you're wishing that,
You were any place except down in a mine.
Working in a three foot seam,
I'll tell you, boys, this life is not a dream,
There's no joy to be found,
When you're two miles underground,
And you're working in a three foot seam.
They're acting like they're making you a gift,
When they pay a bloody pittance for a shift,
While you're sweating out your soul,
For every ton of coal,
There're two tons of dirt and rock you got to lift.
Working in a three foot seam,
I'll tell you, boys, this life is not a dream,
There's no joy to be found,
When you're two miles underground,
And you're working in a three foot seam.
Bad conditions have prevailed for way too long,
Join our union, boys, you know you can't go wrong,
And together we can tell,
All the bosses "Go to Hell!"
For our union voice is many thousand strong.
And together we can tell,
All the bosses "Go to Hell!"
For our union voice is many thousand strong.
And together we can tell,
All the bosses "Go to Hell!"
For our union voice is many thousand strong.
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