WORKING MAN
It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go underground
At the age of sixteen years
I quarrelled with the spears
Who swore that never be another one
In the dark recess of the mines
where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs
Chorus
At the age of sixty-four
he'll greet you at the door
And gently lead you by the arm
To the dark recess of the mine
He'll take you back in time
And tell you of the hardships that were had
Chorus X 2
