Mining Man

This winter's so harsh Too cold to breathe I hold my hands to the fire Coughing gets worse most every day I must battle on Show them I'm strong I'm a mining man A mining man Living my life underground I'm a mining man A mining man Praying I'll come home safe and sound There's 4 kids at home Needing feeding A baby that cries all day long There's no luxury Just more drudgery But for them I have to keep on Last week they laid off a hundred The month before many more We work as we should But it don't do no good When the company shows you the door The lift gates bang We start to go down Begin another shift Eight hours in the damp With just light from me lamp Before I get back in that lift