Jim Bristol
Old man Jim Bristol was fighting for his life
Didn't know what hit him, on the fateful night
Seems like a chain came loose from somewhere up above
And when it fell down below, men scrambled to their death
Jim was a good man by each and every step
When the dust had settled, he was gasping for his breath
He couldn't feel his legs below it must be something bad
Trapped in a furnace room, buried to his chest
Seems like the men he crewed lost all their lives
Jim's the last man that is seemingly alive
He could hear the siren's howl and screams from up above
Trapped in a furnace room in 1985
43 foot ladle, filling to the top
Drops of molten steel fall down, burn with every drop
If someone doesn't flip that switch, they'll all surely die
Trapped in a furnace room in 1985
Jim was barely breathing when he opened up his eyes
Told the worker flip that switch or they'll all surely die
Worker climbed up to get a hold of that control
That's when it all broke loose, 60 tons did roll
In each casket lays an ingot 43 in all
Cut to the height and weight of every man they lost
Everyone was present not a dry eye to be found
The bag pipes played, shots were fired
Lay Jim in the ground.
Didn't know what hit him, on the fateful night
Seems like a chain came loose from somewhere up above
And when it fell down below, men scrambled to their death
Jim was a good man by each and every step
When the dust had settled, he was gasping for his breath
He couldn't feel his legs below it must be something bad
Trapped in a furnace room, buried to his chest
Seems like the men he crewed lost all their lives
Jim's the last man that is seemingly alive
He could hear the siren's howl and screams from up above
Trapped in a furnace room in 1985
43 foot ladle, filling to the top
Drops of molten steel fall down, burn with every drop
If someone doesn't flip that switch, they'll all surely die
Trapped in a furnace room in 1985
Jim was barely breathing when he opened up his eyes
Told the worker flip that switch or they'll all surely die
Worker climbed up to get a hold of that control
That's when it all broke loose, 60 tons did roll
In each casket lays an ingot 43 in all
Cut to the height and weight of every man they lost
Everyone was present not a dry eye to be found
The bag pipes played, shots were fired
Lay Jim in the ground.
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Writer(s): Joseph Ryan
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