"The midnight, the morning, or the middle of day,
Is the same to the miner who labors away.
Where the demons of death often come by surprise,
One fall of the slate and you're buried alive."
"It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew,
Where danger is double and pleasures are few,
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine."
(Excerpts-(Merle Travis)from "Dark As A Dungeon")
Two miles down, the earth is unlivable,
The air never fresh, the sun doesn't shine.
Down in the bowels, right after Christmas,
The crew turned on switches, to answer works call.
But plans always fail, when they go against physics
When Gods law was broken, a spark caused explosions.
To twelve men dead, escape routes were useless,
None can explain, why one didn't fall.
From far away, I search for reasons,
Why still today, the mine wars go on.
Some blame the miners, some blame the unions,
But I think that greed was the cause of it all.