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5 I asked them what tools would I need in the place. "Very few," said the boss with a grin on his face; "One number six shovel and darn little space. While you're down, down, down."
6 With a note from the boss to the shaft I made haste, Saluted the topman, in line took my place;
Sayin', "Gimme a cage, for Pve no time to waste, Let me down, down, down."
7 "All aboard for the bottom!" the topman did yell; We stepped on the cage, and he gave her the bell; Then from under our feet like a bat out of—well, We went down, down, down.
8 I groped in the gangway; they gave me a scoop.
The "out" was just fired, muck was heaped to the roof. I stooped and I scooped till my back looped the loop, Stoopin* down, down, down.
9 You could look at the rib or the face or the top, Ne'er a sign of a laggin' or slab or of prop; Some day I expect that old mountain to drop And come down, down, down.
10 Last pay day my buddy he cussed and he swore, In fact it's enough to make any man sore, When your wife drags your wages all out in the store, While you're down, down, down. |
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PAY DAY AT COAL CREEK
b. No. 1702. Ace. on 5 string banjo and sung by Pete Steele, Hamilton, Ohio, 1938.
"Pay Day at Coal Creekyy was composed at Coal Creek, Tennessee, when the mine exploded and killed nine hundred miners.
€(They brought them out and laid the men out on the ground at the drift mouth. Called their wives to come and see if they could know their husbands. They was burned so bad they couldn't tell one from the other. The |
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