Working Man

Coal Miners, Old and Young, Dirty and Dusty Coveralls

Silver Lunch Can in Hand

Going Down the Rake, Father and Son

Carrying On That Age Old Tradition

You See They Are Working Men

Chorus

It's a Working Man I Am and I've Been Down Underground

And I Swear By God If I Ever See the Sun

Over Any Length of Time, I Can Hold It in My Mind

Then I Will Never Again Go Down Underground

At the Age of Sixteen Years, He Quarreled With His Peers

And He Swears There Will Never Be Another On

In the Dark Recess of the Mine, Where You Age Before Your Time

And the Coal Dust Lies Heavy On Your Lungs

Repeat Chorus

At the Age of Sixty-four, If He Lives That Long, He'll Greet You At the Door

And He'll Gently Lead You By the Arm

In the Dark Recess of the Mine, He Can Take You Back in Time

Tell You of the Hardships That Were There

Repeat Chorus Twice

No, I Never Again Will Go Down Underground