Three Miles Down
One, two, three, four
Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn
Another shift of men, some of my friends comin' on
Hard to imagine workin' in the mines
Got coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind
Yeah, when I've been listen to the speeches
And it occours to me politicians don't understand
Thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground
It's just like workin' in a graveyard three miles down
Damn near a legend as old as the mines
Well, the things that happen in the pits just don't change with the times
Work 'til you're exhausted in too little space
A history of a disastrous fears etched on your face
Somebody signs a paper, somebody says that's fine
But they ain't signin', ain't done one day in the mines
You start to stiffen, you heard a crackin' sound
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down
Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn
Another shift of men, some of my friends comin' on
Hard to imagine them workin' in the mines
Got coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind
Yeah, when I've been listened to the speeches
And it occours to me politicians just don't understand that
Thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down
Thank you very much
Thank you
Thank you very much
Thank you
Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn
Another shift of men, some of my friends comin' on
Hard to imagine workin' in the mines
Got coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind
Yeah, when I've been listen to the speeches
And it occours to me politicians don't understand
Thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground
It's just like workin' in a graveyard three miles down
Damn near a legend as old as the mines
Well, the things that happen in the pits just don't change with the times
Work 'til you're exhausted in too little space
A history of a disastrous fears etched on your face
Somebody signs a paper, somebody says that's fine
But they ain't signin', ain't done one day in the mines
You start to stiffen, you heard a crackin' sound
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down
Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn
Another shift of men, some of my friends comin' on
Hard to imagine them workin' in the mines
Got coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind
Yeah, when I've been listened to the speeches
And it occours to me politicians just don't understand that
Thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down
Thank you very much
Thank you
Thank you very much
Thank you
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Writer(s): Brian Jackson, Gil Scott Heron
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