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 
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