In memory of a miner
Who dragged himself to work
And worked himself to death, working for someone else
We follow each other around on shaky groundHis life had become to him
Worthless in many ways
An expired product off the shelf, working for someone else
We follow each other around on shaky groundThe nature of his work
Gave him a minstrel color
Twenty hours a day, little time he had for others
We follow each other around on shaky groundNever got to see the world
He got a funeral and this miner's song
There is no right or wrongNow it's down to the wire
Facing six feet under
Can only wonder and stare
His name was a number
Enjoy the lyrics !!!